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home run - inumaki toge

word count: 5.5k warnings: swearing, idk anything about baseball so it’s mostly made up summary: toge helps coach you on how to play baseball before the big game for the exchange event. you can’t stop flirting with each other. (unestablished relationship!) more info: aged up characters! jujutsu tech is a college, still usual first and second years a/n: remember when i said this edit had me in a chokehold well i wrote this forever ago for myself and the toge loving bbies :) ___

When it was announced that the second portion of the Jujutsu Exchange Event would be held via baseball game, (y/n) visibly paled. So much so that she’d been instantly teased by one of her underclassmen for her obvious discomfort.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to play baseball!” Nobara threw her head back as she cackled obnoxiously. “It’s the easiest sport!”

“Kugisaki don’t be rude” Megumi grumbled, kicking his friend in the ankle as punishment for laughing at her superior. He seemed to be the only one who cared about such formality.

The group of them, the first years and second years, had been heading back towards the building for a lunch break in between events. She dragged her feet along the path, wishing time would slow down and stop altogether before she had to step foot on that field.

“I know how to play,” (y/n) defended herself, but her hold on the strap of her sheath tightened with her anxiety. “I’m just not good at it” She admitted in a quiet voice.

“That’s okay! We’ll try to give you an easy position then!” Itadori offered kindly.

She gave the boy a weak smile, grateful for his positive attitude, but still feeling the pang of embarrassment.

How she sucked at such a simple game was beyond her. Had it been a proper duel, she would be an excellent candidate. Swinging a sword- or nunchucks or spear or axe- came easy to her. Which she was able to demonstrate in the first part of the event. She’d scored quite well for her school, even when outside forces interrupted the fun and games and things had gotten real very fast.

But when it came to swinging a bat and hitting that dumb little ball, she whiffed it almost every time. It was humiliating, knowing she had the strength to cut a head clean off a body, but couldn’t play a game that was mostly catch.

Her pace slowed until she lingered behind the rest of the group, who were busy assigning positions for the coming game. If the ground swallowed her whole for the next few hours, she wouldn’t complain.

“Tuna tuna”

Lifting her gaze she found Toge stopping in his tracks as the rest of their classmates headed up the stairs without them. Even with his collar zipped up, she could see he was smiling at her, undoubtedly pitying her helplessness.

“Put me to sleep, Toge,” She sighed dramatically, to which he chuckled. “I’m serious,” She mutters at him. “This is going to be so embarrassing, I wish we could’ve just done something else. Like archery”

He shrugs his shoulders, before glancing back at their friends again, seeing they were already headed inside, and apparently hadn’t noticed their separation from the group.

He turns back to her again, and tilts his head for her to follow him. She does so without question, partially because she didn’t want to sit through an awkward lunch where the group planned what position would be easy enough for her to handle, but partially because she had taken such a liking to him that she’d follow him anywhere he tried to take her.

This wasn’t new. Since the day they met the two of them had been close, hitting it off like they were old friends reunited. His cursed speech never proved to be an obstacle, it hadn’t taken long for (y/n) to understand him as if onigiri ingredients was her foreign language choice in grade school, and she made an effort to always ensure they were having proper conversations that she’d have with anyone else.

Well, not entirely. She didn’t exactly flirt with everyone else or whisper with hushed giggles with everyone else, but you get the point. They clicked.

It doesn’t dawn on her where he’s leading them until they’re approaching the baseball field, and when they do, she lets out an exasperated groan.

“Toge, no” She whines, giving him pleading eyes to spare her from more embarrassment.

He rolls his eyes back at her, and grabs her by the wrist to drag her along the rest of the way when she tries to plant her feet and stay put. She could go boneless and let him literally drag her, but she stumbles and follows along anyways. Perhaps once he saw how terrible she truly was at the sport, he’d give up on helping her practice and ditch her out here.

Although she knew this couldn’t possibly be a real possibility. He wasn’t capable of doing such a thing.

“Salmon!” He cheers when he finds that all of the equipment for the event had been prepared, helmets and gloves sitting neatly on the bleachers, and a tall basket of baseball bats ready to be used.

He pulled one out, smacking the head of the club in his other hand as though to analyze it, even though they were all brand new and had never been touched.

He looks up at (y/n) with a grin that just barely peeks out of his collar. She frowns back at him.

“Don’t do this to me,” She pleads. “I thought we were friends”

He laughs again, and tosses her the bat without warning. At least her reflexes are sharp enough that she catches it without difficulty.

“Salmon!” He cheers for her, and she shoots him a more deadly look.

“I can catch things,” She mutters, turning her gaze to the bin of baseballs and the gloves lined up on the bleachers. “It’s the rest that I’m shit at”

He scoffs at her in disbelief, but he had yet to see the proof. (y/n) chewed on the inside of her cheek as she watched him select his own bat, and then nod at her to follow him to the plate.

If she ran away, he probably wouldn’t chase her down, she figured as she followed him up to the white rubber base- just as untouched as the rest of the equipment. She dismisses the idea just as quickly as it crosses her mind though. She wasn’t capable of ditching him, either.

Toge gestures for her to stand a bit in front of him as he takes his stance at the plate. She does so, holding the hilt of the bat loosely as she rests it on her shoulder. He continues to gesture for her to understand what he’s doing. First it’s to his feet, spread evenly but not too far from one another, just enough to keep his balance solid. Then he bends his knees the slightest, probably to give him a good range of motion. She could understand this much.

Then he holds his bat out towards her as he carefully maneuvers his hands around it’s handle. His grip tightens, and then he looks up at her expectantly, as though asking, got it?

She nods back at him wordlessly, and then he goes back into straightening up his stance. Her eyes track every movement with intense precision, wanting to commit every detail to memory. From the angle that his left elbow rests at, to where he holds the bat just behind himself, ready for the swing.

He raises his eyebrows at her, which she doesn’t notice right away since she’s too busy studying everything about his stance rather than his face. She could almost hear the teasing voice behind the look he’s giving her. Good, right?

“Mustard leaf?” He asks, in that exact tone she’d heard in her head.

“Yeah yeah, I got it” She nods.

He nods back at her, and then slowly goes through the motion of a swing, so she could clock every detail. After he finishes the follow through, he repeats the motion properly, swinging the bat with full force. Enough so that she can hear the aluminum cutting through the air.

He asks his question again when he’s done, and again, she nods at him.

“Yeah, I think I can handle that,” She says. “Should I pitch for you?”

Toge shakes his head and waves his hand for her to come up to the plate. When she stops just in front of him, he giggles, and drops his bat to the ground so he can reach out and take hold of her shoulders, so he can properly guide her to the base.

Despite the way her face heats up when he keeps his hands on her as she tries to copy the way he’d just been standing there, she doesn’t mind feeling a little shy about it. Feeling shy around Toge wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as having him teach her this simple sport.

In fact, it was never embarrassing to be reduced to a blushing mess around him. It happened too often for her to feel any shame in it, but it helped that she often brought the same behavior out of him, too. She just couldn’t see his pink cheeks when he’s standing behind her, mumbling unintelligibly as she took her stance.

She’s certain of herself once she raises the bat behind her shoulder, almost knocking him in the head, but Toge swerves and hopes she doesn’t notice.

“How’s that?” She asks with confidence.

His hands fall from her shoulders as he checks her over, and he winces behind his collar. His lack of response has her looking over her shoulder with a frown.

“Really?” The confidence is zapped out of her straight away.

He chuckles, and shrugs his shoulders with a small smile as if to ease her worry. Then his hands are on her again, guiding her arms to the proper places where she’d have the best range of motion. The toe of his shoe taps the inside of her left foot, silently prompting her to slide it out just a bit further. She follows the instruction until he raises his hand. Then he gives her a beam and a nod of his head to confirm she was positioned just right.

“You’re sure?”

“Salmon” He reaffirms.

He steps back then, twirling his finger around in the air so that she could show him her swing. She looks unsure, but she lets out a breath and lets her body follow through as naturally as she could.

She feels good about it, but she doesn’t know any better. When she looked over to Toge again, he had just unzipped his collar, ready to cheer when she swung just fine. Instead, he wears what she would call his polite smile. It was his friendly way of displaying something wasn’t quite right, but he was too nice to critique harshly. (y/n) frowns back at him.

“That bad?” She asks quietly when he approaches her again.

His smile brightens and he shakes his head at her. He was far too nice to her. If Maki was training her, she gladly would have laughed in her face before barking out orders on how to shape up.

Toge hand waves about, telling her to take her stance again. This time her footing is just right, and he beams proudly at the improvement. She manages a smile back at him, his silent praise giving her a little more confidence in learning.

He does a little circle around her, making sure everything is as it should be. There’s a pause in his step just behind her, where she’s holding her bat.

“Bonito flakes” He pats his hand over once of hers, and she fixes up her grip on the handle, then turns to look at him.

“Like that?” She asks, not sure of what her mistake had been.

It must not have been fixed, because he reaches his hand to hers, gently fingers prodding at her hand in silent instruction until she loosends her hold. He quickly raises his hand away again, giving her a thumbs up. Her grip was still secure, but her knuckles weren’t white with tension now.

After that, Toge comes behind her again, poking at the top of the baseball bat before giving her an affirmative nod to take a swing.

She does as told, slowly of course, so as not to smack him in the face on her follow through. He stops her before she even finishes, his hand patting her shoulder so she’d fix up her stance again. Third time was the charm, and her posture and hold are perfect as she straightens up.

“Tuna” The quiet instruction to pay attention is whispered in her ear as he takes a small step closer so that he could guide her properly through the swing.

One hand lays over hers on the handle of the bat, and the other slides around her opposite arm until it stops at her elbow. Her face is so hot now she wishes she was wearing one of those dumb helmets to at least hide it a little.

He guides her through the motion slowly, his hand on her elbow wobbling a little. It takes her a second to catch up, but she realizes he’s telling her that her swing was uncoordinated. She nods in understanding.

Before she gets the chance to take her stance again, he’s already guiding her back to the proper position, his eyes studying her grip carefully to be sure everything is in order.

He’s so close now that she can feel his soft breaths on the back of her neck, and baseball is quickly becoming the furthest thing from her mind. The hand that is resting on hers is so soft but so firm in it’s hold, making sure she didn’t strengthen or loosen her grip in the slightest. If she shuffled back even an inch, her back would hit his chest. It’s unbearably hot today, she’s grateful she thought to tie her hair up so it wouldn’t stick to the back of her neck, but she has half the mind to close those last pesky inches of space between them.

“Mustard leaf?” Toge’s hand pats at her elbow, beckoning her to pay attention. He must’ve noticed she’d zoned out.

“Sorry,” She mumbles, snapping back to reality. “You’re being distracting”

She’s scolding him, he can tell in the tone that she doesn’t mean it to be one of her more usual flirty comments. Nonetheless, Toge preens, grinning down at her, even though she was trying to avoid looking at him. It was hard, seeing as he was right there, and even standing behind her he was tall enough that he could see a blush creeping up her cheeks.

This time, rather than let her swing on her own, he moves her through the motions himself. It’s horribly slow, especially when her swing reaches it’s apex and he’s pulled even closer from the motion. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she struggles to keep her focus on paying attention to her form.

“Salmon” Toge gives her a smile as he finishes guiding her through the follow through. He’s certain she has the technique down now, but when she looks at him, her expression is defeated. His brows furrowed in confusion. “Mustard leaf?”

“This isn’t going to work,” She huffs, lowering the bat until it almost hits the ground. “It’s too..” She trails off, waving her free hand around in a sporadic motion. “Too much!”

He seems to catch her drift, his shoulders shaking as he chuckles at her.

“Don’t laugh at me”

He sticks his bottom lip out at her in a dramatic pout.

Her brows pinch together before drawing upwards, pleading with him not to mess with her more than he already had.

“I’m sorry I’m not getting it!” She cried, her leg bouncing with her irritation. “But you’re the worst teacher!”

“Bonito flakes!” He took offense to the comment, and (y/n) gave him a deadpan look.

“You know what I mean,” She says in a quieter volume.

He tilts his head and feigns a confused expression, just to watch her blush and squirm.

“You’re being a jerk you know” She tells him, her eyes locked on his even when he walks closer and grins in her face. He’s waiting expectantly for her to explain what he already knew.

He flustered her. It wasn’t the first time, and most certainly wasn’t the last. But truthfully, Toge hadn’t been aiming to flirt with her. He just wanted to help her out with her swing. Seeing her blushing and flustered was just an added bonus.

She’s the first to surrender.

“Okay fine,” She lets out a heavy breath and raises her bat again. “Show me one more time, then you can pitch for me”

Toge’s grin is plastered on his face as he repositions himself again, but this time she swears he’s standing just a little closer than before as he guides her hand and elbow through her swing.

He lets out a low whistle when he draws her back again so they can practice through it one more time, even though (y/n) was certain now that she had it down. She starts to pull away, but before she can tell him that she thinks she has it now, he tuts at her and drags her back towards him. This time her back does hit his chest, and she doesn’t protest again.

Even though her footing is all off, and there’s no way she could deliver a proper swing when his chin is tucked against her shoulder where her bat should hover. He’s close enough that he can see- and hear- the heavy gulp she swallows. He giggles at her before pulling away the hand he had on her elbow. He lets out a small mumble of an onigiri ingredient she doesn’t quite catch because his breath is hitting the crook of her neck and he’s just so close that she feels dizzy. He brings his hand up to her neck, knuckles skimming over the nape and then along the junction of her shoulder so he could pull away the few strands of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail.

She giggles at the ticklish feeling, and he forgets that he’s supposed to be coaching her as he raises his fingers to brush over the spot again. This time she tilts her shoulder as she laughs again, a jerky motion as the muscle reacts on it’s own accord, but it brings his face closer to hers as she does so. He laughs to himself just from hearing her giggles as he continues to tease the sensitive spot.

“Toge!” She tries to shove him away, but he’s quick to drop his other hand from where she had a hold on the bat, wrapping his arm around her front and holding her hip firmly so she couldn’t wiggle away from him. He laughs almost too joyfully as she continues to giggle and squirm in his hold. “Toge! Qu-quit it!” She stammers over the relentless giggles he forces out of her, and it seems to only spur him on further.

She’s reduced to broken gasps between her fits of laughter, and the bat falls from her hand before she realizes. Even when it bounces on the sand and rolls across the ground she doesn’t pay it any mind, too busy using her free hand to try to grab at his arm and get him to loosen his hold on her.

Her attempts are futile. His hold on her is firm, and even when she gets a good grip on his sleeve, he retaliates by keeping her snug against him, and then lifting her off the ground altogether. Her feet kick and scramble, somewhat from the lack of ground beneath them, more-so from the way her body reacts to his continued tickling. Both of her hands are now occupied by gripping onto his arms to keep her anchored somehow, but even in the delirious state he’s sinking her into, she knows he wouldn’t drop her.

Eventually Toge’s laughing at her too much to care about continuing to tickle her, even though he took great amusement in it, he was now entertained enough by having her in his arms, even if she was kicking at the air for him to put her down.

She’s shouting his name between bursts of giggles that still escape her like after shocks. The sudden bout of goofiness from him is a little lost on her, but even as she hollers at him to put her down, her threats are empty. She sinks into his hold and accepts whatever fate he has in store for her.

Her head tilts back until it hits his shoulder, and she can just barely peek up at him. His face is split with a grin, lavender eyes hooded and dazed as he gazes back down at her.

Toge’s never needed words to flirt with her. Sure sometimes his texts had certain incriminating emojis, and the notes he’d pass her in class were also damning evidence of his affections. But (y/n) could feel all of that coming from him just from the way he looks at her, like right now. He had an intense gaze, and she was sure that if she was brave enough to not break away from the eye contact, that she could penetrate his mind and read his thoughts directly.

Finally, he sets her down, his grip on her loosening, just as her hands on his forearms did once she had her feet on the ground again. She giggles at him, giving him a cheeky little smile as she turns to properly face him. Her hands take hold of his wrists as she ensures the proximity between them doesn’t shift too much.

Logically they should get back to perfecting her swing, the lunch break would be over soon and the game would begin shortly after. Not that logic is able to cling onto a single thought in her starry eyed stupor. She looked up at him like he was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen, softening before him in her gaze and the smile on her lips.

She had been patient, at least she thinks she has. She’s enjoyed the little game they’d been playing, the lingering touches, the flirty remarks met with longing gazes. Their mannerisms were anything but platonic, and if anyone were to snatch their phones they’d scramble to delete their messages with each other.

But it had been quite some time of this game as she’d affectionately referred to their… whatever this was. And her patience was wearing thin waiting for him to make a move. She didn’t know what he was waiting for, she was certain that she’d made her position clear. Especially now, clinging onto him and staring up at him expectantly. It was just the two of them, and they were so close, it wouldn’t take much for him to just fucking kiss her already-

Toge’s movements are quick as he pulls his arms so his wrists fall out of her hold, only for him to squeeze her hands quickly before moving past her.

“Tuna mayo” He beckons her to follow him back to the plate, but she’s stunned in place for a minute.

Did he really just brush that off? She shook her head as she went back to home plate, picking up her bat and tapping it against the ground to shake off the excess sand that had clung to it when she’d dropped it. Had she not communicated well enough through her eyes? She’d stared at him with her best ‘kiss me now!’ look. Her brow furrowed as she watched Toge grab a glove and baseball from the leftover equipment.

He jogs out to the pitcher’s mound, giving her a thumbs up and an affirmative cheer. With a determined look on her face, (y/n) straightens up her stance, her hands curling around the handle on the bat until muscle memory took over and she found the correct hold on it.

Toge throws a perfect pitch, his movements clean as his long limbs work in harmony to send the baseball hurtling towards her. Her eyes never leave the ball as she tightens her grip, takes the smallest of steps forward, and swings.

The crack sounds so loud the aluminum trembles in her hold from the harshness of her hit. Even Toge’s impressed enough that he’s frozen as his eyes follow the flight of the ball over his head. He was confident in her ability, after some coaching anyways, but he wasn’t expecting such a solid swing. Had Jujutsu Tech gone the cheap route and got wooden bats, he was certain this one would’ve been ruined.

As if having the same thought, their eyes simultaneously rip away from the ball’s trajectory towards the outfield, and they look at each other expectantly.

They both break into a full sprint in opposite directions. (y/n) drops the bat haphazardly as she takes off for first base, and Toge’s racing to the outfield in the hopes of miraculously catching the ball before it lands. However, it’s already begun it’s descent so the odds are slim to none.

(y/n) knows she should keep her focus on running and hitting all the bases properly, but she can’t help but throw her head over her shoulder to keep an eye on Toge. He scrambles to grab the ball just as she’s touching second base.

She squeals with delight when he makes a break for home plate, and tries to push herself to run faster, but she’d already decided to give this run of the bases her full power, seeing as it was just the two of them.

He’s gaining on her when she crosses third, and a string of laughter escapes her from the anticipation. It’s not a real game, but her competitive nature had been tapped into as soon as she struck that ball, and now all she cares about is winning.

As home plate nears she can feel Toge getting closer. She doesn’t dare look at him again, instead opting to do whatever it took to get her on that plate before he can. Her heart is racing, she’s panting for air, the sun is beating down impossibly hotter, but she doesn’t care. She’s about to take the win.

Toge has other plans, darting around her and coming up on the plate with more speed than before. She gasps in offense at his drive to take this from her, but it sparks that competitive fire in her again, and she comes up with a faster plan.

With as much momentum stored as possible, she drops to the ground. She falls with grace but hits the sand unceremoniously. The course grit is uncomfortable on her skin as she slides across the ground with the force of her body weight. Her dominant leg is outstretched, foot angled outwards in the hopes of touching that damn white plate before he can.

She cheers in premature victory when she feels the brush of solid rubber against her sneaker.

The pride is short lived when she feels another foot collide with hers just as the rest of her body is sliding over the plate, and before she can stop herself, she’s effectively tripped Toge right off his feet, and he’s falling to the ground.

They both barely let out a yelp in surprise before he’s crashing into her. He just barely braces himself with his palms hitting the sandy ground on either side of her head, so his full weight doesn’t hit her, but she’s still properly knocked the wind out of him.

The look of shock on her face fades away as she begins to giggle. The corners of her eyes crinkle and her smile only grows wider as the giggles grow louder.

“I did it!” She cheers loudly, even though his face is inches away from hers. “I hit a home run!”

“Bonito flakes” Toge mutters, and she’s not sure if he’s cursing for her knocking him down or if he’s correcting her because technically in a real game that wouldn’t be a home run, but she doesn’t care.

She ignores his indignation completely. Her hands shoot up, grabbing either side of his unzipped collar, earning a startled look in response from the sudden impact.

Her eyes light up, and Toge blinks to make sure he’s reading this look right. The way her lashes grow heavy as her eyes flicker in between his a few times, before lowering to rest on his lips.

His lips? She’s looking at his lips?

In her moment of not paying attention, his own gaze lowers, mentally tracing the soft edges of her smile. He thinks he’s quick when he brings his line of sight back to hers, but she’s staring right at him again, and her smile is brightening, having caught the glance.

“Just kiss me already”

She’s barely finished the command and he’s obeying it like she was the one who bore the snake eyes and fangs. Leaning down the rest of the way so quickly his hands shuffle in the sand to fix his center of gravity before his lips slant over hers. She kisses him back instantly, and with fervor, her soft lips moving against his in a quick pace.

Once Toge has a good balance, he shifts so that he only needs to hold himself up with one hand, so that the other can gently cradle her jaw. His fingers skim over her neck before resting in her hair. He’s getting sand all over her skin, but she’s already covered in the stuff from her showboating slide to home plate, so he figures she won’t mind.

She hums in delight as her own hands begin to travel. The sound is heaven to his ears, and his nose prods against hers as he moves to deepen their kiss. She’s tracing over his shoulders and then the nape of his neck before diving into the soft strands of platinum blonde that aren’t even damp. Seriously, didn’t they do the same amount of sprinting just now? He didn’t break a sweat?

The thought makes her let out a little chuckle, and their kiss finally breaks when she does.

Toge’s brow furrows at her in the slightest, wondering what she could find so humorous, but she looks so pretty like this- laughing, beneath him, with kiss swollen lips that were his doing- that he doesn’t even mind. He just admires her while she blinks a few times to ease her vision to the sunlight.

“It’s nothing,” (y/n) mumbles when she sees the faint confusion in his expression. “Was just startin’ to think you’d never make a move”

Toge chuckles back at her, finding some humor in the comment. He’d been waiting for her, she was the one with all the flirty remarks after all, but he won’t complain. He could tease her about it later.

He leans back so she could sit up properly, and takes her hand to help her up to her feet with him. She begins to awkwardly brush the sand off of her clothes, but quickly realizes it’s no use and gives up. They share a laugh at her weak attempt to dust off.

“Have you guys been out here this whole time!?”

A distant holler steals their attention, and their classmates are making their way to the field. Toge frowns at the realization that their alone time was over, and now they had to gear up for the finale of the Exchange Event.

(y/n) notices the sour look, and squeezes his hand to bring his attention back to her.

“Hey, how about another game?” She suggests with a glint of excitement in her eye that should make him nervous, but he nods eagerly. “If we win this game, we can hang out in my room after,” She suggests, and then her cheeks turn pink. “And make out some more?” She adds in a softer tone, the confidence in the offer evaporating as soon as she’s actually saying the words out loud.

Toge’s face lights up as he nods in agreement to her rules.

“What!?” Panda’s voice booms and echoes throughout the field, and was likely heard even past that.

Toge and (y/n) share a wince. They’d conveniently forgotten about Panda’s enhanced hearing abilities.

Judging from the curious looks from the others and Panda’s erratic movements as he spoke, it was clear that he was telling everyone else what he’d overheard as well.

“Cheer for me when I hit a home run?” (y/n) beams at Toge, who nods back at her happily. He raises his hand, sticking his thumb and pinky out before shaking his hand in a ‘hang loose’ motion. A simple action he did often to show support for his friends.

“Salmon” He affirms.

“Okay, I’ll cheer for you too” She says sweetly, standing on the tips of her toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, before making her way to their approaching friends, eager to tell them about her success with baseball.

They were more curious about the bases she hit with their resident cursed speech user rather than the actual bases of the game.

… then again, so was she.

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a/n: breathe if u want me to write a part two where they celebrate winning the game teehee

xoxo ~ jordie

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bidisastersanji · 4 months

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Was thinking about how the Olympic village is basically an orgy of strongest people from all over the world so let’s think of Olympic athletes Zoro and Sanji meet at the Olympic Games:

Zoro as a Japanese martial artist (karate? Judo? Taekwondo?) kind of athlete since Kendo is not an Olympic sport and fencing wouldn’t feel right for this man. He can have Law and Kiku as buddies from Japan on his team

Sanji as a French gymnast , coached by his adoptive father Zeff

Sanji spots Japan’s sexy flagbearer (a bit oiled up or shirtless maybe 😏?) during the opening ceremony and is very flustered. He doesn’t know Zoro notices him too- not just from then but because Sanji was in a promo video for Paris 2024, doing some hypnotizing gymnastics and looking gorgeous, sweaty and laughing on camera , and Zoro definitely didn’t pause and stare at his definition a couple dozen times, no sirree.

(Alternate idea: the flame needs to be passed on from Japan to France (Tokyo to Paris) What if they fight and extinguish it by accident and dislike each other at the start?)

They run into each other constantly at the Olympic village- staying in nearby rooms, at the cafeteria, at parties, etc, their friend groups accidentally mingling and bringing them together over the course of the games

The sexual tension is PALPABLE AS FUCK Sanji can’t stop staring at this infuriatingly sexy and usually composed man with an impressively large chest and arms while Zoro can’t stop thinking about getting between those corded muscles on those juicy thighs and die happy there

Zoro definitely attends Sanji’s events and gets so hot and bothered

Nami (team France, Friends with Sanji) notices Zoro staring at his ass of course and tries to get them to get it out of their system, bringing Sanji to a team Japan event or completion where Zoro is likely to attend- everyone runs with the urban myth that athletes at the Olympics perform better when having sex anyways right?

At a party, drunk after a win, Zoro and Sanji try to reason with themselves that that’s the reason they’re doing this, nothing more, as they fall into each others (cardboard?) beds again and again, seeking each other out (if they’re cardboard like for Tokyo 2020 they MUST break one)

There can be some second language English miscommunication, as a treat

Despite their emotional constipation Sanji can’t stop himself from being himself though and shows his sweet side, showing Zoro around and sharing French culture with him, and Zoro is enamoured as fuck, and Sanji tells him he’s always dreamt of coming to Japan, if not at least for the food-then for the culture (Fun fact Japan and France have a long long history of romanticizing the fuck out of each other so it’s so perfect)

Sanji originally plans to bring just Zoro on a romantic outing in Paris but ends up bringing the whole ragtag group they accidentally formed - Robin insists they need to visit the catacombs (lol) Chopper wants to eat Berthillon Ice cream, Usopp wants to visit the botanical gardens, etc robin wins and Chopper and Usopp are terrified the whole time because these are real human bones lol

Bonus stuff: Usopp is in sharpshooting or archery, Luffy is in trampoline, Chopper is in equestrian, Nami is in sailing, Robin is in table tennis (or is a coach?), Franky does Paralympic Greco-Roman wrestling, Brook does fencing, Jinbei does surfing

#Zosan Olympian Au #Olympics au #zosan #Zoro x sanji #sanji x Zoro #zosan Olympics au #cw: bones #they would have the most energetic sex ever lol #I can’t get over the sturdy cardboard beds from Tokyo 2020 #I Hope they break one #Zosan fic idea

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 5

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Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

Crazy Ralph had been the buzz of the morning conversations. Joel eased everyone’s minds about the old man, and I was certain he probably wasn’t dangerous, regardless of how creepy his sudden appearance was. Annie was the only who remained slightly spooked, though I could understand why. If I had been the one to first encounter Ralph at the door it probably would have hit me differently, too.

Around eleven-thirty that morning, everyone had scattered around the assembly of picnic tables just outside to the left of the main cabin. Teri and Vicky sat side-by-side. I couldn’t remember the guy’s name with the wavy hair, but he lingered beside them with one foot up on the picnic table bench. I smirked to myself when I saw Teri give her friend a look and roll her eyes.

I was lucky that I naturally clicked with Sandra. She patted the spot beside where her, Jeff and Ted sat, and so I joined them.

“Hey, what’s green and red and goes a hundred miles per hour?” Ted asked. Goofiness radiated out of him and it made me chuckle.

“What Teddy?”

“A frog in a blender.”

“Ha, ha,” Jeff said dryly, “That’s not funny.”

Ted reached for a whistle around his neck and gently blew it, making his friend swing back and hit him gently. “I’m just testing this thing out, Jeff. Ya mind?”

“Alright,” Joel’s voice made me turn my head toward the porch. He wandered over toward us with a clipboard looking very camp-official with a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt with Crystal Lake written in red, varsity lettering across the chest. “Let me get you your assignments here. We have to get this place in shape.”

“Yes, coach,” Ted teased, making everyone chuckle.

Joel smirked but went on. “So, I think from your personalities and your experience in jobs like this that you’ll enjoy yourselves this summer; but like I said, once the campers come you have to be on your game. Pay attention to whoever is in your group, take head counts, you know the deal. You’ve done this before. I’ll give you all that protocol closer to when the kids arrive in a few weeks.”

He began to read off the clipboard. “I paired you off and I have a little map to give each group so you know where you’re going for your jobs.”

I secretly hoped Joel would want to work with me, but that hope quickly diminished; however, I was happy to hear that I was going to be working with Sandra.

“(Y/N), Sandra,” he motioned to the two of us, “Today you’re both going to sand and paint the lifeguard stand. I have some extra supplies if you don’t mind making a sign that says, No Swimming When Lifeguard Is Not On Duty.”

I nodded, smiling as I did and Sandra gave him a two-finger salute.

“Mark and Scott, I put you in charge of the game room. I’ll give you the rundown of what I need from you there. Right outside of the game room we have to set up the archery range, too.” The wavy haired guy leaned over and gave Mark a fist bump.

“Ted and Jeff,”

“We’re the muscle, I know,” Jeff joked.

“Actually,” Joel gave a laugh, “You two are going to help me assemble the docks down at the beach. So, yeah, I hope you don’t mind a little physical exertion.”

Ted flexed his Gumby-like arms, “I’m here for ya boss.”

“Annie’s going to be in the kitchen and mess hall area getting things set up how she’d like. Tomorrow we’ll probably all be on painting jobs around the cabins to get this place looking a little more inviting. Make sure you’re all drinking plenty of water, it’s supposed to be hot today.”

The short meeting concluded and we went to retrieve a few papers from Joel. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, placing it in my palm.

“There’s a small shed down by the beach,” he informed me, “All the sanding and painting supplies are in there. I’m going to get the guys settled in the game room and then I’ll be down to help out Jeff and Ted with the docks, so if you need anything, I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes.”

I nodded, “Okay. Thanks.” I turned to Sandra, Jeff and Ted and the four of us made our way down to the beach together.

“I hope this is an excuse to get in the water,” Jeff said, wiping sweat from his forehead, “I’m already sweating.”

“We have to take a dip when we’re done,” Sandra said, looking at me.

I nodded. “I’m in.”

The two of us made our way up just a few feet into the trees at the top of the beach while the guys made their way toward the water. A green shed was tucked in between two giant pine trees, and Sandra took the key from me to open the door.

“Think he did that on purpose?” she asked, smirking as she looked back at me.

“Who?”

“Joel.” She flung the door open.

“Did what on purpose?” I followed her into the shed and a wave of heat him me.

“Put us all in the same area,” Sandra explained, “Particularly you.. and him.” She added, “Damn, it’s hot in here.”

I snickered and looked down, shaking my head.

“He’s got a thing for you.”

“No, he doesn’t.” I giggled again.

“He’s hot,” Sandra went on, in no rush to reach for the paint. “I wonder what it would be like to be with an older man.”

I smirked, caving in to the girl talk. “I wonder, too.” We both shared a laugh and she playfully shoved my shoulder.

“The second it happens, I want details.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” I insisted, toying with my ponytail.

“Would you? You know.. if he asked?”

I opened my mouth to speak and then thought for a second, leaving us in another chorus of laughter. “Who knows,” was my final answer. I kept it purposely vague, but it certainly wasn’t a ‘no’.

We finally retrieved the sanding supplies and two buckets of white paint. The fresh air just a step out of the shed made me sigh.

“It was really hot in there,” I said aloud to no one in particular as we made the short walk through the sand to the lifeguard stand.

Ted blew his whistle again, making us both snap our heads down toward the water. “That’s my stand, girls. Make sure you wax on and wax off correctly. I don’t want any slivers in my hiney.”

The two of us began to laugh at his choice of words.

“I’m leaving the top where you sit extra splintery!” Sandra called back, making him blow his whistle again.

I laughed at their interaction and soon after began to tackle the job at hand.

“This is the best summer job ever,” Sandra claimed, climbing up a few of the wood steps to sand the seat.

“Yeah, it seems like it’s going to be.” I removed my shoes and kicked them to the side before squatting down to get the base. We worked for a few uninterrupted minutes before I turned to say something else to Sandra. She had her neck arched, looking out past the shed into the woods.

“What is it?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder now into the trees.

Her eyes squinted and she used her hand to block the sun. “I don’t know.”

I rose to my feet now and followed her stare.

“I thought I saw someone,” she claimed.

“Hopefully it’s not Crazy Ralph,” I said back, making her chuckle and finally look down.

Sandra gave a wave now in the opposite direction we had been looking and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Hi, Joel.”

I caught my breath and turned, trying not to drink him in as he marched in our direction.

“You two all set?” He asked.

I nodded and Sandra saluted him again. “I think so,” I told him.

“Good,” Joel tipped up the corner of his mouth in a smirk. The three of us turned toward the woods when there was a rustling sound. My gaze lingered for a moment before Joel’s laughter drew my attention back to him. “These woods will make your mind play tricks on you.” He gave a wink, and I smirked back at him. That wink made my stomach do flip-flops.

“I thought I saw something-” Sandra started, when another rustling sound made her glance back into the woods. She then quickly looked down toward the lake, where Ted and Jeff were both laughing.

Jeff launched a rock up into the trees, creating the same effect as before as it skipped through the leaves, making a rustling sound. “You girls are too easy to scare,” he claimed.

“Keep it up and it’s going to be a very cold summer for you!” Sandra shouted to him.

Everyone laughed. I admired Sandra’s go-getter personality. It was the opposite of my own, but I loved that she had a big voice and wasn’t at all shy. She definitely wore the pants in that relationship, as Jeff continued to laugh but obeyed her requests to cut the shit.

Joel shook his head with a smile. “Let me know if you need anything,” he said, glancing at Sandra first and then back to me. “Okay?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He wandered down the sand and I admired watching him go.

“Tell him you need him to apply sunscreen to your shoulders,” Sandra whispered, making me laugh out loud.

“Stop it,” I whispered back, dabbing her arm with a streak of white paint.

Sandra’s jaw dropped but she immediately began to laugh and did it back until the two of us were standing there with our paintbrushes in a stalemate, staring at one another. “Truce.”

“Okay, truce.” I went to shake her hand and Sandra playfully streaked my other arm, sending us into a chorus of laughter again.

“Okay, okay.” She put her hands up and when I saw her glance out into the woods again, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. “You don’t think Ralph would be watching us or anything, do you?”

I peered through the trees. “I doubt it. He’s got to be long gone by now. If we see him, we’ll report it.”

Sandra continued to stare for a second and then her carefree demeanor resumed. The remainder of the afternoon went a little something like that. It felt like we were being paid to have fun. I decided, for the final summer before I was ousted into the “real world”, it was going to be the best one.

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꒰ 💭 ꒱ OH, NIKI YOU’RE SO FINE! ˖ ⌨︎ ⁩◞❪니키❫

— 20 ! your biggest supporter 💬

ærin’s extra : can’t believe we’re halfway thru omg

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📍 archery field, after school

With an aspirated sigh, you dropped your bow to the chair gently, replacing your once occupied grasp with a bottle of water instead.

“Nice shot Sunoo!” You cheered for your friend from a distance, lifting both your thumbs as he hit the bullseye right in the middle.

“Guys come over here! We’ll have a bit of evaluation before dismissal.” Your coach instructed.

It was an understatement to say that your arms hurt. Because gosh it felt like your arms were going to betray you and dropped to the ground or something.

You looked at your backpack with a heavy sigh, taking in the weight down to your shoulders before leaving the archery field through the gates.

But just as you were walking towards the gates, you noticed a familiar figure. With body perched slightly against gate and his head down, you almost fail to identify the mysterious person.

“Riki? What are you doing?” Upon hearing his name, Riki snapped his head upwards in a quick motion as if he was shocked. His eyes widening a bit before returning back to its default size after he looked down to see your familiar features.

“Oh Yn, hey.” He put his phone down, alerting all his attention unto you. You sensed the way ge looked at you with a certain gaze, one that you cannot specify. Why was he looking at you like that? Why did he look at you with such…interest? And why was it making your heart beat harder?

But amidst all that You looked at him with a suspicious glance, ignoring the little caterpillars wiggling inside your stomach. You both ended up in a little staring contest before you feel a smile creeping into your lips. “Did you personally came here to…watch me?”

Riki’s cheeks turned into hues of red, looking down in embarrassment as he was caught red handed. “Yeah, basket practice ended early and when I was walking back, I noticed you guys were still here so…” He stopped for awhile before continuing with a silent whisper. “You were amazing.”

“Huh? Sorry?”

“I watched you practice and you were amazing, Yn. Your posture was perfect, your movements were smooth, and the arrows were shot so beautifully.”

You were taken aback by his compliment. (And also by the fact that he went down to watch you and waited for you when he could’ve just gotten home.)

The caterpillars that once were squirming in your stomach has now grown to adult butterflies, fluttering it’s wings harshly as it swarms all over the edges of your stomach.

Sure you’ve gotten lots of compliments before and sure you appreciated them. But somehow, hearing them from Riki felt…different? There was like a different sensation through it, a certain euphoria that cascaded through his words to your heart.

It’s been almost three months since the typo incident and two months since the arcade ‘date’. You didn’t know why but everything felt so right with how close you’ve gotten. “I-uh Riki, you really shouldn’t have waited for me. You should’ve take that extra time to rest-“

“No Yn!-uhm, I wanted to wait for you. And you know, I think archery is a very interesting sport as I hear so much about it from Sunoo, but the fact that you mastered it and made it look so easy is so fascinating. Just know you’ll definitely do great in the competition.” His eyes burned into yours with flaming passion as he genuinely believed that you will do great.

“Also I was wondering…maybe you can teach me sometimes?” His hand rubbed the back of his neck slowly. A nervous smile graced his lips as he maintained an unwavering eye contact with you.

“Thank you so much, your words mean so much to me. I’m far from perfect, but of course, I’ll teach you, Ki.” Feeling that you can’t contain your smile any longer, you grinned up to him with a wide smile. Taking notice of how his visage bloomed once more due to the nickname you gave him.

“Oh! I almost forgot. Let me drive you home, yeah? I just got my driver’s license!” Riki fished his car keys from his pocket, dangling them in the air quickly before displaying his hand for you to take. Your eyes shifted to his awaiting palm for a few seconds before chuckling lightly and placing your hand in his as he led you to his car.

“You know…I don’t just teach anyone archery…” You trailed off, hands still intwined as you both made your way to the parking lot.

“But I’m not exactly anyone, am I?” Riki thoughtfully hummed. I like you, Yn.

“Really? Then what are you?” You squinted your eyes at the boy.

Your future boyfriend. “Your biggest supporter.” He replied, a soft smile embracing his features. I like you, my lady, haven’t you noticed?

Unbeknownst to the two, Sunoo has been watching from afar, smiling eye to eye as he took a quick picture of both of you to send to the group chat.

OH, NIKI YOU’RE SO FINE! — CHP TWENTY

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everything feels so right rn…maybe too right 🤔 (i hope it isn’t cringy or sum 😭)

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Crush On An Archer PT.1

a/n: Hey! Omg long time no see! I kinda maybe lost interest in writing for a bit there but tbh I think I'm back. No promises because I don't want to promise and then break your hearts but also I realllyyyy enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Will def be making a part two in coming days so stay tuned. LMK if you want to be added to the taglist, I am going to put some tags of past taglists below just in case they are interested in reading :) ALSO! Special shout out to @scmg11 because their writing is honestly what made me wanna get back into it. So,,I hope you enjoy!

Kate X Fem!Reader

Concept: Reader has a crush on Kate (school/Uni setting) and she doesn't know how to tell her.

Warning: Cussing, mentions of smut, IM TRYING TO WRITE SLOW BURN BUT BEAR WITH ME ITS NEW!

Word Count: 2.7k

You’re a month into your summer vacation and things couldn’t be more…boring. You love and appreciate your parents dearly for putting out the money so that you could attend a prestigious school in New York with a kick ass archery team but does it ever suck to be this far from all your friends for four months. To make the situation work, your dad had to transfer jobs to another state that pulls in a little more money annually with slightly more affordable housing but that means you aren’t even near the people you grew up around. Rural Mississippi is a fairly big step from living in Boston. Boston at least had people, out here it’s like you’re lucky if you get to meet a neighbour because the land has us all so far apart. In all honesty, although it’s boring, you really have one specific reason for being so bummed out. Towards the end of your last semester, you got started getting closer with one of the girls a year younger on your team, Kate. Typically the older girls competed and practised together and the younger girls did the same. Although you two were only a year apart it’s just how things worked out, so you didn’t cross paths very often. However, one day you were walking home from class, stopped to get coffee and basically bumped into her. The meeting was really brief but it was enough to make you catch feelings almost instantly.

Your interest in her grew as you followed her on Instagram and she followed back. Obviously you took a peak at her page and scrolled to the bottom laughing at the really cringey posts from 2015 she had still up. All you wanted to do was talk to her again but you didn’t know how, although she was a year younger than you she intimidated you so much. Her deep blue eyes were honestly enough to make you stutter whenever you had the chance to talk to her. A month had gone by already and you could not wait to get back to school so you could see her again. Luckily, coach has yearly “team-building” days before the season starts and they’re about half way through the summer so hopefully you can talk to her before then and maybe convince her to hang out when you come back to school.

Over the next week or so you liked a few story posts that she’d upload every now and again but the day finally came where you felt like you could swipe up and respond to it…y’know…maybe spark a little conversation.

“Damn Bishop, is this a new bow?” In response to a story post of her showing off some of her off season training.

“Haha yeah it is, flips out and everything…it's really freakin’ cool.” She replied almost instantly and that made a giant warm smile come across your face.

Shit– what do you say back? Your main goal was honestly to keep the convo going so you could subtly mention down the line hanging out with her.

“Yeah that’s sick, wow I’d kill to try something like that out.”

“Well next time I see you, please by all means give it a shot” She replies back.

“Might just have to take you up on that. How’s your summer going anyways?”

“It’s alright, kind of boring though. All my friends from school move back home and I am working for my mom’s company over the summer so it all is just kind of dull. I miss going out and having fun. Wbu?”

“Yeah, I hear that. I am SO bored here. I would kill to fast forward to the fall, I miss being at school honestly. There’s only so much I can do by myself here during the summer.”

“Ugh right! I want it to be school again too but don’t get me wrong, I love the summer, the weather is great here recently and the nightlife is amazing too. I just have nobody to go with, you know.”

“Yeah I get it. Trust me, if I could be there to go out with you I would, there is definitely no nightlife here haha.”

Shit. That wasn’t too forward was it? She is taking a while to respond to you. She hasn’t even opened the message yet.

*4 minutes later*

“Well, you’re going to be around for that team-building thing coach has us doing in a couple of weeks right?”

“Yeah, I should be.”

“Well, we can go out then if you want? Me and a few friends had plans but they’re all on the team and I’m sure they’d love to have you there too.”

“Yeah, that sounds great I’d love to!”

The conversation pretty much ended there and your contact with her was fairly limited, just a small comment here or there until you finally got to fly back to school for summer training. You settle back into the apartment you left a couple months ago, everything is still a mess where you left it but the kitchen and living room are even filthier since you are not around to clean up much after your roommates. You decided to wait until your team practice to talk to Kate about hanging out again. You didn’t want to come on too strong but also a small part of you feels like she forgot what she said months ago and you won’t end up seeing her, not outside of team stuff at least.

You grabbed your gear and headed to the field where practice was being held. You saw some of your friends from last year and decided to catch up with them before coach pulled you all in to start practice. You were trying your best not to make it obvious but your eyes were tracking all around you looking for Kate but she was nowhere to be seen.

*Whistle* “Okay team! Let’s bring it in. First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for making the effort to come back to campus for this, meeting I–”

“SORRY SORRY SORRY!” You hear the coach interrupted as footsteps are fast approaching the circle of archers.

“Hi Kate.” Says coach.

“I am SO sorry. My driver was running late and then there was traffic because of a giant accident, I think there was some battle in the streets again, I don’t know, either way, my bad coach, won’t happen again…I promise.” She says with the most adorable grin that is absolutely saying she will be late again.

“It’s alright Kate, it happens, I was just telling the team how thankful I am that everyone could make the trip back to campus for this.” Coach went on to talk about the drills you were doing for the day and man was it hard to not be in awe watching her. You tried your best not to stare all day because the last thing you wanted to do was make it obvious but fuck it felt impossible. The day came to an end and you packed up your gear, Kate was talking with the other seniors on the team as they were gathering their things and started to head out. You could feel your window closing to talk to her but interrupting her conversation with her friends and “inviting” yourself out with them just felt too weird and uncomfortable. If it wasn’t meant to be then it wasn’t meant to be but you would kill to be able to just spend an hour with her.

You watched as she started to walk away towards the parking lot with her friends when all of a sudden she motioned for them to hold on a minute and she turned around and jogged over to you.

“Hey y/n! Sorry we didn’t get to catch up much during practice, I saw your shooting though it’s looking good.”

Yeah…your face is bright red. Control your shit.

“Anyways, me and a couple friends are going out later tonight to a party that one of their friends is hosting. It’s like a Hawaiian beach summer nights themed type of party so if you have something like that to wear, that would be great.”

“Yeah, I might have something, I’ll take a look when I get home.”

“Cool! I’ll text you the address once I get it off my friend and I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah, sounds good!”

“Here, why don’t you put your number into my phone, I don’t like using DM’s that much.”

You take Kate’s phone out of her hand and fill out a contact for yourself, praying that she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“Cool, thanks, I’ll send you a text in a bit.” She says with a smile and then runs off to re-join her friends.

It seems silly sitting by your phone and literally watching the minutes tick by waiting for her to text you but that’s all you could do. The anticipation felt like it was killing you.

Your phone finally buzzed with a mystery number attached, “Hey y/n! It’s Kate. So…slight change of plans.”

Fuck. Is she bailing? Your eyes were glued on the three dots as she typed and you watched as they disappeared and reappeared.

“Turns out the party is actually around the corner from my place so if you wanted to just come here first, we could pre-game and shit and then walk over together? My friends said they were going out to get their hair done so they’ll be running late.”

“Hey Kate, yeah no problem that works for me just send me your address and lmk what time you want me there.”

Kate dropped a pin of her location to you with the text attached telling you to come over at 7pm.

7pm rolled around and you were already there outside but you kind of felt like you should wait another minute or two so you weren’t RIGHT on time. Or is it weird to be a minute late? But wouldn’t being on time be weirder? Whatever, you decided to just wait a minute and then knock on her door.

Knocking on her door was the most nerve wracking thing you ever did, you were genuinely shitting bricks.

“HEY! Come in come in!” Kate eagerly yells at you as she swings the door open. She’s wearing shorts with a bright purple bikini top and a button down Hawaiian shirt over top that doesn’t have a single button done up. Are you starring? Yes. Probably? Absolutely you are.

“Make yourself at home, feel free to grab a drink from the fridge, my roommates are out of town and left all their alcohol so help yourself.” She said with a laugh.

You heard that right? Her roommates are out of town. Just the two of you…you never know.

You grabbed a drink from the fridge and took a seat on the couch next to her and yeah…the drink started going down faster than usual because of all the nerves in your stomach. The two of you made small talk for awhile but the conversation started flowing a little more naturally about 2 drinks in. Were you still kind of awkward as hell? Yeah…a little. But at least you warmed up to her a bit and weren’t acting so weird. About an hour later, her friends showed up and grabbed you guys to head over to the party. Honestly, things were going so well with just the two of you that you didn’t even want to go to this party but if it meant you got to spend more time with her then there you were. You got to the party and you honestly knew practically nobody. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly but Kate clearly was. She was talking to EVERYBODY. The boys at the party especially loved her. There was lots of laughing and flirting going on, you could feel the jealousy building but acting out was definitely not an option. You ended up socialising with a few of the other people at the party but for most of the night you stuck by Kate’s side, the two of you got pretty drunk together, pouring shots for one another and dancing in the pit of people to extremely loud music. There was a point where it felt like it was just you and her and nobody else was there while the music was blasting into your ears and the two of you were jumping together to the beat and singing out the lyrics to whatever song was on at the time. Kate got really close to you until some guy would come and pull her away in an attempt to make a move on her. Although, it never actually happened. Kate always ended up finding her way back to you. At one point she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the crowd as the two of you sang (screamed) the lyrics to “love story” into each other's faces. The party, as all do, started to simmer down. You guys actually ended up being some of the last people at the party, you stuck around to the point where the music was gone and most people were just sitting around chatting halfway sober.

“Hey, I think I’m going to go home, I am super tired right now.” Kate says to you.

“Okay, I’ll walk with you, I left my bag at your place anyways so I have to grab it.”

“Right, sounds good.”

Although the two of you had been singing and dancing for hours, she looked just as perfect as when you left and you were trying your hardest not to stare at her while the two of you were walking side-by-side.

The walk back to her place was pretty quick, when the two of you got inside you went to grab your bag and get your things together. You were desperately trying to figure out what to say to her while you were organising your stuff. You didn’t want to come on too strong but you also want to make sure that she knows you had a good time…I guess just tell her exactly that?

“I had a really good time tonight, thanks again for inviting me.” You say as you’re leaning against the wall in her hallway.

“Of course, anytime. And I did too. We should really hang out more when we come back to school.” She replies.

Kate walks towards you and stops about a foot away leaning up against the doorframe to her bedroom. The hallway is super narrow and all you can think about is pinning her against the wall while you kiss down her neck and pull her tight by her waist.

“Yeah I think so too. I guess I should probably head out.” You say as she looks at you with the softest eyes that you swore said “please stay”. You lingered for a second longer as the two of you were looking at each other, tired, kind of tipsy and on the verge of ripping each other's clothing off. All you wanted was for her to actually ask you to stay a little longer but before she had the chance you were already walking towards the door.

“Have a good night y/n.” She says. “Text me when you get home safe.”

“I will. Sleep well Kate.” You reply as you turn to look at her with a smile and step out the front door.

That goodbye felt different. It felt like there were still feelings in the air and lots that wanted to be said that wasn't. It felt like the perfect opportunity with nobody around after an amazing night together has passed but you regret none of it. Although you weren’t able to get a confirmation on whether or not Kate even likes women like you do, you knew there was definitely a type of tension between the two of you that she definitely noticed.

-- END OF PT 1 --

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You can do a One-Shot where all the teachers from Nevermore are in a meeting, while Larissa and Reader have fun under the table...

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In A Meeting

Larissa Weems x teacher!reader smut

Authors Note: oh anon i like this one. thank u for the idea

“Mr. Volkov, I’m going to need that report by Friday. No later.” Larissa tilted her face downwards, giving the bearded man a stern look before beginning the meeting, “Okay, everyone, today’s meeting actually won’t be ran by me. Please hold your sighs of relief. Instead, Vlad has put together his a plan for binding extracurriculars with some aspects of our curriculum, hoping students can better learn from having the two together. Take it away.”

Larissa took her seat next to you after she handed off the meeting to Coach Vlad. This was the week before classes began on campus and all teachers were scrambling to make sure they were ready for the upcoming semester. You weren’t particularly interested in his idea of combining extracurriculars with curriculum as you already helped the Hummers and the floriculture team. Your eyes scanned the faces in the dark room, wondering if someone was as disinterested as you.

Finally you turned your head back to the presentation, listening about the importance of fencing and archery. You felt a hand graze your knee, your eyes betraying you as they widened with initial shock. It didn’t take you long to realize who the hand belonged to, after all Larissa’s sexual appetite as of late was ravenous.

Teasingly, she played with the hem of your skirt, her eyes glued to the projected screen on the wall. She seemed enthralled by the presentation. What a good actress.

You quietly sucked in a breath as her fingers graced the fabric covering your pussy. How was your clit already throbbing with anticipation.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a long moment before focusing your attention back on the screen, trying to nod and pretend to be an active listener. Larissa’s fingers make it increasingly challenging as she slipped past your panties to gently press against your clit.

It wasn’t your finest work, but you stifle a moan by coughing, causing one of your coworkers to glance at you with a concerned look. You swallow and nod at her, trying your best to seem casual.

This was anything but casual. Larissa’s talented fingers worked against you. You sucked in your bottom lip, your hand gripping the edge of the table. You tried to stop yourself, but you glance over to Larissa who looks incredibly pleased with herself, still watching the presentation intently. She even had her chin in her hand to seem more intrigued.

Your breathing began to quicken, and you swallowed, trying to get a grip on yourself. Larissa knew just what you liked, the exact pattern and speed in which to massage your clit. God you were getting closer. You took a deep breath, holding it in, hoping to stave off the orgasm for a bit longer.

You thought hard about the situation. How hot it was that Larissa was about to make you cum in front of all these people. How she would probably fuck you senseless afterwards in the bathroom attached to her office.

With that, you finally toppled over the edge. Your whole body tensed, and your eye’s squeezed shut involuntarily. You tried to regain your composure, hoping no one was noticing your off behavior.

Larissa’s hand fell away from your dripping sex and you dared to glance at her once again. Her fingers were at the entrance to her mouth, her tongue tasting you.

You let out a silent deep breath, moving your eyes back to the presentation. A few moments later, you saw your phone dimly light up, and you read the text on the screen. It was from Larissa.

I’ll need to see you in my office afterwards for a chat.

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Build Me Up - Chapter 3

Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4800+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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<<;Chapter 2<<

“But what if they don’t like me?” You were standing in your closet, trying to find something to wear to the bar. Will had invited you to meet his friends and brother for the first time, and you were freaking out a little.

Will chuckles, getting up from where he was sitting on the edge of your bed to join you in your closet. He gently grips your wrist, pulling you towards him. His blue steel eyes lock on yours and you can feel yourself relaxing under his gaze. “They’re going to love you, Robin.”

“But-” He silences you with his lips, gently placing a kiss on yours, making you forget your worries. The kiss takes a sudden spicy turn, Will gripping your hip with one hand and putting his other hand out, backing you up against the only exposed wall in your closet, pushing you against it.

“You know,” you say, breathless as he sucks on your neck. “I think my closet is the only place in my apartment that you haven’t fucked me.”

He chuckles into your skin and goosebumps erupt down your arm. “Well, we’ll have to fix that.”

“We’ll be late?”

“I don’t care.”

—

Somehow, you managed to arrive only a handful of minutes late, his friends only having just sat down. They all occupied a big, round booth at the back of the place, a couple of them sitting with who you assume are their girlfriends.

“Hey, bro!” This giant man, somehow taller than Will, also with blonde hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, gets up and gives him a hug, turning those blue eyes to you and you feel yourself being studied under them.

“You must be Robin. Nice to finally meet you.” He sticks his hand out and you take it, giving him a firm handshake.

“Benny, right?”

“That’s me. Will won’t stop talking about you. I was thinking he made you up.”

You pat your body down. “Nope. Real.”

He chuckles. “I like you already. Oh! This is my girlfriend, Jamie.” Benny gestures to the woman already sitting in the booth next to him, dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she waves at you.

Will continues for Benny as he sits next to Jamie, everyone waving as Will introduces them. “Santi, Tom, his wife Molly, and Frankie and his wife Vanessa.”

“Nice to meet you all.”

They all say similar things as you slide into the seat next to Benny, Will sandwiching you in between the Miller brothers.

“So, Will tells us you’re an archery coach?” Frankie asks as he takes a sip of his beer.

You nod. “I am.”

“That’s really fuckin’ cool,” Benny says from besides you.

“It’s my passion. Along with picking up hot men at the grocery store.” You smile and wink at Will, who gives you a smirk but raises his eyebrows.

“It better only be one man.”

“You’ll meet him next week.” Everyone at the table erupts into laughter, including Will, who squeezes your leg under the table, a small spark of fire igniting in your lower belly at his touch.

“What made you want to teach archery?” Frankie asks, resting his arm on the back of the bench behind Vanessa, who scoots a little closer to him.

“My cousins were bow hunters. I never went with them but I loved watching them practice. I begged my parents for over a year for a bow and they finally caved. I went to the Olympics, actually.”

Everyone stares at you. “So you’re like..good?” Benny asks, his eyebrows raised in awe.

You shrug. “I guess. I got silver.”

Benny spits out his drink. “You won a silver Olympic medal and this asshole never told us?” He leans past you and slaps Will on his shoulder.

“Would you have believed me if I did?”

“Fair point.”

The night continues on, everyone asking questions to get to know you better and you them, in return. Eventually, everyone starts having their own conversations, Frankie talking to Will across the table. Benny turns to you, swallowing the last of his drink and setting the mug down on the table. He speaks just loud enough for you to hear him.

“I’m really glad Will found someone. He really needs…well, you.”

Giving him a small smile, you reply. “I think it’s really me who needs him.”

Benny glances behind you at Will, who is engrossed in a conversation about helicopter repair with Frankie before he leans in closer. “No, I mean especially after the breakup.”

You cock your head at him. “The breakup?”

“Yeah. His ex fiance?”

Will had never mentioned being engaged before. It must have been a bad breakup, considering you talk about everything else. Hell, you’d met him in the middle of a PTSD episode so it’s not like he had to hide anything. Benny realizes his mistake by your silence.

“Ah shit. I shouldn’t have said. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. It must have been bad for him to not mention it.”

Benny nods. “Yeah. But she was older than you.”

“Older than me?”

“Yeah, you’ve gotta be what…10? Years younger than my brother? I mean, you did meet him at a Publix.”

“Shopping was a pleasure that day.”

Benny laughs, his head flying back with the force of it. “Well, hopefully the old man won’t slow you down too much, Miss Olympics.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, but you quip back anyway. “I can assure you - it’s me having to keep up with him.” You wink, hoping the implication of sex comes through and are rewarded with Benny choking, coughing as Jamie thumps him on the back, his cheeks turning pink.

“I did not need to know that.”

“You seemed concerned about the age gap. I can assure you, your brother is a very thorough lov-”

“Ok ok, you win!” Benny laughs, pretending to plug his ears. Will turns to you, a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, Benny tried to poke at the age gap between us. So I was telling him how that is not an issue in the bedroom.”

Will blushes, but a smirk ticks up at the corner of his mouth. “Well if he didn’t want to hear about his brother’s sex life, he shouldn’t have made fun.”

“OK OK!” Benny laughs, plugging his ears again.

Soon it’s time to leave, Tom and Molly heading out first to relieve their babysitter, followed by Frankie and Vanessa. Santi had left a while ago, leaving with a girl he had been flirting with at the bar, which was apparently “very Santi”, and Benny and Jamie follow you out to Will’s truck, chatting idly and promising to meet up sometime for a double date.

“So…how’d I do?” You ask, buckling your seatbelt as Will starts up his truck.

“I’ve never seen Benny that excited about a girl I’m dating. So I’d say they like you.”

You smile, letting out a little sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

Will chuckles, his eyes fixed on the road. He reaches out and places his hand on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his skin spreading wildly across your body as he gently squeezes your leg.

By the time you get back to your place, you’re barely holding it together. Will had slid his hand further and further up your thigh and you nearly had him pull over, almost unable to wait until you got home.

But then, you had a different idea. You knew the first time you’d slept together, and every other time after, that Will was holding back, knew he needed to be able to let go and just..be himself. If you were being honest with yourself, the idea that Will was that good at making you cum and he was holding back turned you on even more. Jamming your key in the lock, you quickly open the door and pull him inside, the question of “Am I invited in?” dying on Will’s lips as you shove the door closed, pressing your body to his. He places his hands on your hips, pulling them flush against his own and you grind slightly over his jean clad erection. His hands slide up your body and you can feel him hesitating, restraining himself, his lips faltering very slightly against your lips.

“Will?”

“Mmm?”

“You can stop holding back.”

“What?”

You put your hand against his chest, pushing slightly to get him to stop and look at you, which he does, his steel blue eyes blown wide and concerned.

“I know you’re holding back. It’s ok, you can let go with me.”

He hesitates a moment. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“I won’t break, Will. I’m… I want you to.”

A conflict rages in his eyes, making them look like a roaring sea. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Swallowing hard, you meet his strong gaze with one of your own. “I do.”

When he doesn’t move, that battle still raging in his mind, you push him harder and he backs up, momentarly stunned at your bold move.

“Let go, Will.”

“You don’t know…you-”

This time, you shove him a little harder and he takes a few steps back, his eyes darkening, chest rising and falling a little faster. Another good push and his back hits the wall, and he lets out a huff of air, the resolve in him nearly breaking.

“I don’t always realize how rough I can be. I don’t want to hurt you, Robin.”

You place both of your palms on his strong chest and look up into his eyes. “I’m a strong girl, Will. I trust you.”

He glances away from you and you lean up to whisper in his ear. “I want this. I want you, Will. All of you.” Your lips find his neck and you start to suck on his skin, but a second later, Will’s iron grip squeezes into your hips and somehow you’re flipped, back pushed against the wall, Will so close to you as he shoves his leg between yours, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, applying a slight pressure, which surprisingly sends a rush of wanton heat between your thighs. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them and you know you’ve finally got him to give in. He’s still your Will, but in this brief moment, you feel like you’re finally seeing the last little part of him that he so desperately wanted to share but felt that he couldn’t.

“You wanna be my little fuck toy, is that it?”

"Yes, sir," you breathe out and Will pushes himself closer to you, a growl in the back of his throat at your nickname for him. He leans towards your ear, speaking low.

"Safe word is fruit loops." He stares at you, waiting for confirmation that you heard him. When you give him a slight nod, he smirks, pressing his lips to yours, his large hand sliding up your throat to grip your jaw, pressing his fingers into your skin to open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside.

Your hands fist in the front of his shirt and when Will’s lips leave yours to suck a spot on your neck, you moan, fingers twisting into his hair. When you give it a little tug, Will sucks hard on your neck, dropping the skin and pulling back to look at his work, watching the mark rise to the surface of your skin. The corner of his mouth ticks up, smirking as he roughly grips your jaw again, turning your face up to his.

“Bedroom. Wanna fuck this pretty girl into the bed.”

A rush of arousal blooms between your legs and you nod. Will lets go of you, taking a step back to give you room to move. Taking a step past him, you glance at him over your shoulder and give him a tiny smirk before turning and running full out towards your room. Heavy footsteps thud on the floor behind you and Will’s fingers grip your arm tight just before you make it to your bedroom. He pulls you back to him roughly with one hand, his other coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging hard on it to pull your head back.

“Thought you’d run? That you could be faster than me?” You try to shake your head, but he just grips you tighter, pushing you forward into your room. His grip on you is strong, and when he pulls your head to the side even more and sinks his teeth into your neck, you moan loudly, loving the way he laps at you after to soothe the spot. He releases your hair and shoves you forward, your hands slapping on the bed to stop yourself from planting your face in it. He pushes you up onto the bed, gripping your hips and flipping you on your back. He stands up, ripping the shirt from his chisled form and for a moment, you forgot where you were, the dim light from you bedroom nightlight bouncing off his abs.

He pushes your shirt up and you half sit up, allowing him to yank it from your body, quickly followed by your bra. He drops to your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, gently biting down on your nipple while his hand grabs your other tit and squeezes it.

“Oh!” You gasp, moaning when he pulls back and starts to suck little hickeys across your chest. When he’s satisfied with his work, he sits up, yanking your pants open and dragging them down your legs. You decide to play a little and fight him on this, wiggling your legs to make it more difficult. This seems to spur him on and he growls, one hand pushing down on your hips to still you and the other yanking your pants off, his muscles rippling under the pressure. Your panties don’t fare as well and Will literally rips them in half and tosses them over his shoulder, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

Will pushes your legs apart, holding them in place with his large hands as he kisses around where you need him most, tracing his nose along your inner thigh before he latches on, sucking on your skin and then licking it, watching the hickey rise to the surface. He does this a few more times and you moan his name, gasping when he finally latches onto your clit. You expected him to be rough here, but it was quite the opposite, gentle strokes of his tongue, little taps, and soft sounds vibrating out from him shove you right to the edge. Your legs start to tremble and then he’s gone, lifting his head from you before you had your release.

“You’ll cum when I say you can.”

A rush of heat races to your cunt and you try to close your legs to relieve some of the pressure that he had built up. But Will pushes your legs apart again, shaking his head. “Legs open. I want to watch you touch yourself. But don’t cum.”

Nodding, you glide your fingers down your naked body, touching yourself in the way that only you know best. Will watches you for a minute, palming himself over his jeans before he takes them off, his boxers quickly following. He’s already hard and leaking and oh you can feel your release coming. If you could just keep-

Will slaps your hand away, so in tune with your body that he knew what you were doing. “I said no cumming. Not yet, pretty girl.” He crawls up the bed, hovering over your body as he grips your wrists, pinning them on either side of your head. Your legs open wider to give him more space and he thrusts in you with one push of his hips and you scream his name, wet enough to accept him but the force of it catching you off guard. He doesn’t give you more than a second to adjust before he’s rutting into you, your hips pounding into the bed, your breaths coming out in short whispers. Will moves both of your wrists to one of his hands, the other coming down to grip your throat. He doesn’t squeeze you hard, just barely any pressure is applied, and he slows his hips for a moment, staring into your eyes as you try to catch your breath, your mind reeling from how good you feel. But through your daze, the message is clear:

“Mine.”

He says it so quietly, which is in stark contrast with the rough way he fucks you that it takes you a moment to realize what he said. You nod and breathe out a reply.

“Yours.”

He kisses you gently, his hips stopping for just a moment as he pulls out slowly, pushing in gently and adding in a thrust of his hips when he bottoms out. He hits a spot at the back of you and you break the kiss to whimper, mouth hanging open as he tugs on your lip with his teeth. He continues to fuck you like this, and you wrap your legs around him, pushing him into your harder. He picks up the pace slightly and you can feel yourself start to leap over the edge…But then Will yanks himself out of you, sitting up on your hips.

“No,” he says, his voice a little rough. He scoots back and grabs your legs, pulling you closer to him before he flips you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up. He brings his hand down on your ass with a smack! And you cry out, burying your face in the blanket. He massages the spot after, but spanks you twice more, kissing the spot after the last hit. He nips at you, his teeth grazing across your skin before he sits up, getting into position behind you. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, holding them in one strong grip and with his other hand, he twists his fingers into your hair and pulls your head up, thrusting into you when he does, chuckling darkly when you cry out.

“That’s right. You’re just gonna take it, pretty girl. Be my little slut. Letting me fuck you how I want to.” The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes loudly in the quiet room, interrupted only by your whimpers and moans, and Will whispering dirty things into your ears. By this time, you’re so wound from being edged that you start to cry a little. When Will hears the shift in your tone his hips stop, but you cry out. “No! Don’t stop!”

Hesitantly, he starts to fuck you again, setting the same rough pace he had been before. Your arms are cramping and your head hurts from where he’s gripping your hair, but you don’t care. Everything about this pushing you towards the edge, the way he fucks you, the sounds he’s making inbetween his words, all of it and you just want to cum. Will seems to sense this and says “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Ungh please!” He tugs on your hair tighter, his hips rutting into you impossibly deeper and harder. “Please let me cum, sir!” He leans over you, changing the angle as he pulls your head up, rutting right against both of your favorite spots.

“Cum for me, my pretty little slut.”

And you do. You cum hard, mouth open and spewing random sounds and words, Will’s name tumbling from your lips as your body shakes with the force of it all. Your limbs are on fire, your entire body lit up as he continues to fuck you through it, watching your face contort as you clench around him. A few thrusts later and he cums too, biting down on your shoulder, grunting into you as his hips push into your haphazardly. He releases your shoulder, dropping his forehead to it as you both just breathe for a moment. He unwinds his fingers from your hair and drops your arms, guiding them to your sides before he grips your hips, pulling out with a grunt. Somehow, you manage to roll onto your back, chest heaving and eyes closed. You’d never cum that hard in your entire life - not even with your own fingers or a toy.

Will had definitely been holding back and you can’t wait to do that again. Maybe next time, you’ll suggest restraints, having always wanted to try them but never being with someone you trusted enough to do it with. Until now. It’s after this thought that you realize the room is dead quiet. Cracking open an eye, you see Will standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking over your body in a very different emotion than what he previously had.

“Will?”

His eyes are watery as he stares at your body. “I..I am so sorry, Robin. I never..I didn’t mean to…fuck I’m so sorry.” He’s looking frantic and you’re not sure why, your eyebrows coming together in confusion.

“I don’t understand?”

“I’ll…I’ll make you a bath, whatever you want. God, I’m so sorry.”

Will pulls on his boxers and races to your bathroom before you can ask him just what the fuck he’s on about, that that was the best sex you’ve ever had. You hear your bathtub being filled and a few minutes later, Will remerges, standing beside your bed and looking down at your still naked body, looking extremely unsure of himself. He hesitates briefly before leaning over and gently picking you up, carrying you to the bathroom where he carefully places you in the bathtub. The warm water makes you sigh and you close your eyes, wiggling down into the warmth.

“Do…do you want me to wash you?”

“You want to wash me?”

“It’s the least I can do after…” Will’s voice trails away uncertainly. He picks up your loofah and adds some soap, picking up your limbs like they were made of paper and softly scrubbing at your skin. There are places where you pull back from him involuntarily and you can feel him hesitating after each one. Finally, you drag your eyes open and watch his face, full of concentration on the task at hand, but worry is predominant, along with…guilt?

“Will? Are you ok?”

“I should have never done that.”

You grab his wrist, stilling his movement. “Not done what?”

His eyes don’t meet yours. Instead, they look at the same spots he’s been looking at on your body. “I shouldn’t have let go. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Robin.”

“What are you on about?”

“It’s me. I’m fucked up, Robin. Not right in the head. I went too far and I hurt you and I-”

You sit up quickly, water sloshing over the side of the tub as you place both of your wet hands on his cheeks. When he doesn’t look at you, you press your lips lightly to his.

“I’m not sorry, Will. That was…I’ve never cum that hard ever. I loved every minute of it.”

“But I hurt you-”

“You didn’t, though. I mean, yeah I’m probably going to be a little sore and you for sure left some marks on me, but guess what? I want it all. The soreness, the marks, all of it reminds me of you. And you are the one thing I can’t get enough of.” You slide your fingers through his hair, resting at the back of his neck. You tug it a little but he still doesn’t look up. A sudden thought crosses your mind. What if…

“Was it enough for you, Will?” That gets his attention. His eyes snap to yours, watery but puzzled.

“Enough? For me? When I’ve done all of this to you?” He gestures down at your body.

“I asked you for it, Will. I have no regrets. It was amazing.”

“I left so many marks, so many bruises, I…I…”

“Will-”

He sits up quickly and leaves the bathroom and you try to stand a little too quick, all of the soreness from sex starting to present themselves. Stepping out of the shower, you quickly dry off, pausing when you finally look at yourself in the mirror, now realizing why Will was upset. Your body is littered with marks, bites, hickies, and light bruises are splattered across your skin, making you look like you had been through the ringer. No wonder Will was upset. You quickly grab a shirt off the back of the door that Will had left there when he slept over the last time and pull it over your head before opening the door. Will was still there, trying to find the rest of his clothes, obviously in a panic.

“Will?”

“I..I’m sorry. I’ll just leave. I won’t bother you again.”

“Will.”

“It’s my fault. I should’ve said no, and I didn’t. I just…you’re so hot and I like you a lot and I just-”

“Will.” You walk up to him and lightly take his hand, squeezing his fingers. He stops moving, staring down at your joined hands. He allows you to pull him to the bed and sits at the edge when you give him a little push down.

“Can you tell me where you are?” You ask calmly, placing your hand on his thigh and squeezing it.

It takes him a few minutes to reply, a deep breath puffing out from between his lips. “I was engaged before. It was a year or so after I got out. I wanted to marry the girl that had stood by my side during the last couple tours I had. She was great, laughed at my jokes, said she liked my weird thing with numbers, and she didn’t run when I had nightmares. I um…she told me one night that she wanted things rougher. That she knew I could be rougher and that I wanted it. That she wouldn’t break.” Will takes another deep breath, his eyes on his hands in his lap, picking at the skin around his nails. “After, she…she pulled away from me. I could see fear in her eyes. She called me a freak, said that this much…aggression wasn’t normal and she couldn’t…couldn’t look at me the same way anymore. She…she left me, telling me she never wanted to see me again. And what could I say? Her body was nearly all black and blue from me and she…I don’t remember her saying the safe word, but she says she did and I ignored her? I wouldn’t…I would’ve stopped. She didn’t say it…did she?” Will speaks the last words to himself and my heart hurts as I watch a couple of tears plop onto his hands. “Anyway, I promised myself that I would never do that again. I couldn’t…I don’t know my own strength and..but then you asked me, begged me, and I just lost myself in you and I’m so fucking sorry, Robin.” He turns his head up to look at you, tears falling down his cheeks. You cup his face in one hand and he jumps slightly, as if he was expecting you to slap him for some reason.

“William Miller. You are a good man.”

He lets out a puff of air and shrugs, but you call his attention back to you. “And I’m sorry. No, I am. I didn’t know…but I shouldn’t have pushed you. I just wanted you to be yourself, all of yourself, and I knew you were holding back. And honestly part of me-ok, a lot of me- was turned on by what you could be holding back. I have never cum that hard in my entire life and I certainly want you to do that again, but only if you want to. I’ve never trusted anyone well enough to talk about this but…you make me feel safe. Like I can tell you anything. And I know that may sound crazy since we haven’t known each other that long but it’s true. And I’m sorry not sorry, but your ex sounds like a bitch.”

Will laughs at that last statement, wiping the tears from his eyes, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your confession.

“You’re really ok?”

“I’m really ok. A little sore, but a good sore. We'll have to do that again."

Will raises his eyebrows, a slight glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You wanna do that again? Really?"

"Uh yeah!"

"Even though it's not…"

"Not what?"

He hesitates, eyes dropping from yours and speaking in such a quiet voice you almost miss it. "Normal?"

You cup his cheek, gently turning his face up so he's looking at you.

"I really care about you, Will. Like, a ridiculous amount. Maybe more, I…anyway, when you care about someone, and you are together, that includes all of them. Even the darker parts. That doesn't make you any less of a good man."

Will nods, blinking a few times to clear his eyes. "I really…care about you too, Robin. Like a ridiculous amount. "

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "So…will you stay?”

“You want me to stay?”

“Of course. Who else am I going to con into making me breakfast and carrying me around?”

Will chuckles and climbs into bed behind you, pulling you close to his chest, grunting when you wiggle your ass against his now semi hard cock. A few minutes goes by, Will nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing you in.

“You make me feel safe too, Robin."

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>>Chapter 4>>

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A/N: This one isn’t as good as normal but it’s the best I could do

* This is bad

* “Woah, how’d you do that Tyson?” Percy has stars in his eyes as he inspects Tyson’s unscarred hands after he caught flaming dodgeballs like it was nothing.

* Neither you nor Percy have a weapon, the only person here capable of taking on these flaming monsters is Tyson—but he’s like seven years old in Cyclops years so that’s not a good idea.

* ‘But I’ve been through worse.’ You remind yourself with a deep breath.

* These are monsters, not gods. You can always rely on your despair.

* You turn to Perfcy and Tyson, an apology on your lips when there’s a guttural groan on the other side of the gym.

* Invisible gashes form on the monsters one by one as they combust into flames, black scratch marks where they once stood.

* Annabeth materializes when her baseball is knocked of her head by a particularly violent gust of flames.

* But not before she strikes the last one down, shrieking in pain when a flame flickers against her arm.

* ‘Huh, I guess that works too.’

* “Annabeth!” Percy shouts. You both run over to her, your hands held over singed flesh.

* Her bottom lip trembles between her teeth until blue light emits from your hands.

* The wound drys into a scab, then tender pink flesh, before disappearing completely.

* “I’ll never get over this.” Annabeth whispers, fingers trailing the unblemished skin.

* “What do you think you’re doing!?” A voice booms from behind you, and when you turn to look sure enough — the former Olympic medalist for archery, now just a high-paid school gym teacher — is glowering at you.

* Percy immediately tenses with a sad look in his eyes. “It was nice staying here while it lasted,”

* The coach makes his way to you in heavy steps, Percy rises, his mouth trembling.

* “It was all—”

* He walks right past you three and to the red lever in the wall.

* “I know you kids care about each other, but in these cases, if there’s an electrical fire you really need to ring the fire alarm.”

* “An electrical fire?’ Percy mumbles to himself.

* “Come on kids! Let’s head out from the backway just like we practiced in the drills!”

* Percy, Annabeth, Tyson and you file into line with the other students.

* “He didn’t get mad,” Tyson whispers.

* Your first reaction is to tell him of course he wouldn’t get mad, it’s not like any of you asked for a fire.

* But when you see the look on Percy and Annabeth’s face, you swallow your words.

* You’ve always gone to St. Catherine’s, and with your divine father's consistent presence, you wouldn’t be surprised if the mist worked favorably here because the faculty had a good impression of you—and by extension your friends.

* But the same can’t be said for your friends.

* ‘They’re just children, they shouldn’t have to be so cunning that they can manipulate what a person thinks they saw.’

* Your lips tucks between your teeth and you swallow hard.

* “Of course, he didn’t.” you’re just a child. “You deserve to be trusted.”

* If they heard you they don’t make any indication as your group is jostled outside, cellphones held to ears as children call their parents.

* ‘Maybe I should call Dad and let him know. I should let them borrow my phone too, hopefully they know their parents number—‘

* “Annabeth, what are you doing here?”

* “I-I came here to get Percy, they’re asking for him at camp.” Then looking a bit bashful, she adds: “I didn’t know you guys went to the same school.”

* “I never mentioned it?” Percy says with a rather ingenuine shrug. Annabeth pouts.

* “Looks like it’s your lucky day, this is a three-for-one.”

* “Where did you find him?” She gestures to Tyson.

* “He’s my friend.” Percy answers, slightly miffed at her tone.

* Annabeth hails a taxi like you’ve never seen before, dark green in color with smoke creeping out of the windows.

* “Yeah, no offense but I’d rather cut of my left nut then get in that thing.” (this is said in a gender neutral way I promise—if you identify M it’s serious, if F or non-binary it’s being dramatic)

* You wave your hand and a portal opens before you.

* You’ve practiced enough with your father this year to manage making it to one location, it still takes a lot of focus.

* You watch one of the drivers amber at Tyson.

* “Do you want to come with me Tyson?”

* He hesitates for a moment before shaking his head with a sweet smile.

* “I’m going to go with Percy.”

* You return his smile with your own.

* ‘Brothers should stick together after all.’

* “See you guys at camp!”

* You keep the image of rolling hills and the scent of strawberries in your mind, walking into the inky black abyss until sunlight floods your view

* And just like that you’re here.

* “Squad five attack from the right!”

* “Watch out for the flames!”

* “Get it together!!”

* A mechanical Bull rampages through campers like they’re players in grand theft auto.

* And just like that it’s like you never left.

* From the mass you spot a golden mmmmm familiar bright yellow head of hair.

* “Clarisse!”

* Her attention is diverted from her opponent for a moment, just long enough for the bill to latch onto her as it’s next target.

* “Get out of the way!”

* The two of you tumble out of the way and down a hill.

* She seems more shocked than usual to see you.

* “You need to get out of here.”

* “Yeah, we all need to get out of here. How’d a monster even get inside—”

* “No,” she grabs onto your arm. “You specifically need to leave right now.”

* ‘That’s kind of a rude thing to say to someone who saved your life.’

* You hear a loud crash and look up to see Tyson going head to head with the mechanical Bull.

* “Come on.” She tugs you by the arm around the squirmish past a shrieking bull, a screaming Annabeth and an adrenaline filled Percy.

* “Clarisse, our friends are that way!”

* She pays you no mind almost making it all the way to Thalia’s tree when the world goes still.

* “Shit.” She whispers.

* You turn with your eyebrows threaded together, seeing a group of startled campers staring back, where the Bull once stood is a man—at least six feet tall with a head of perfectly gold curls.

* He looks at you with a wolfish grin, his bright red blush flanked over his nose and spilling onto his cheeks.

* “(Y/N)! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Ares shouts with an excited wave.

* “Shit.”

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Olympics AU -- it's less than a year away!

Hob does archery; Dream show jumping & eventing. They get up to hot fit people sexy shenanigans in the Olympics Village (especially since their rotation don't conflict).

Maybe Hob is running to his medal match because Dream is comfortable (for him) to sleep on/with (and his alarm failed, but Dream's didn't); maybe it's a surprise to Dream that he's holding his seat so well in his medal match -- as he gave in to his desire to have Hob f*uk him the night before.

Sksksskks well. The Olympics is a NOTORIOUSLY slutty event. I read someone saying that like 75% of the athletes are actively fucking in the village sooooo 👀

Love the image of Hob showing up to his event, the thing that he's been training for all his life, sweating and panting and with what everyone can tell is definitely sex hair. All the other guys are side-eyeing him and maybe even ruling Hob out as a decent competitor. But even if he didn't sleep well, Hob has no trouble in decimating the rest of the athletes. He gets the gold (and a smack in the face from his coach) and he goes on to win another medal in the team event too. He becomes a total meme which almost feels cooler than getting the medals!

He races across the Olympic Park to try and catch Dream’s event but he only makes it in time for the medal ceremony. He gets to see Dream get his gold medal (and of course Jessamy the horse gets her ribbon). Dream gets interviewed afterwards and he's extremely cool about it all - probably because no one can see the huge hickey under his cravat.

They're silly silly boys and of course they fuck with their gold medals ON just for the vibes. And after Dream also gets a team medal for his event, they put their four medals together and take a cute picture for Instagram to celebrate their ✨friendship✨<3

(Unfortunately neither of them notice the mirror in the background of the shot which shows that they're both very naked, and Dream is draping himself over Hob’s shoulder. After that, they're BOTH memes.)

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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Covenant- Chapter 8

Summary: With the five year anniversary of the attack on New York approaching, Odin and Fury come to the agreement that an arranged marriage between Asgard and Earth would show good faith toward all future interactions. When Odin refuses Jane’s candidacy, Agent Coulson is tasked with finding a suitable wife for the prince of Asgard.

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Chapter warnings: mutual pining, jealousy, flirting, Loki being a little shit, brief mentions of flashbacks and torture, cringy Thor shenanigans, light smut not between our lovers

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One day until the wedding

“Good morning, Your Majesty!” Ragna crowed as she ripped open the curtains, assaulting Claire’s eyes with obnoxiously bright sunlight. “Today the wedding games will take place!”

“You are far too happy for what time it is.” Claire groused, bundling a pillow over her head. Ragna laughed and ripped the blankets from the bed, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Up, up, up! The games are always exciting, and today promises to be extra special!” Ragna said excitedly.

“Why is that exactly?”

“Your Majesty,” Ragna gasped, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning in eagerly, as though sharing a secret. “This is a momentous occasion! You are the first princess Asgard has had since the Allmother came to marry the Allfather over 2,000 years ago! That would be many, many generations of your people, would it not?”

“Uh, yeah,” Claire said. “Yeah, it definitely would,” she chuckled. “Okay, now I see why everybody is so jazzed about it.”

“Jazzed?”

“It’s another way of saying someone is excited.”

“Oh!” Ragna smiled as she got to her feet. “Then I am jazzed to help you get ready!”

“Okay, okay, I’m up!” Claire laughed as she climbed out of bed. Ragna was already gathering clothes excitedly, practically coaching Claire and her other ladies through each task like a cheerleader.

Her ladies prepped her until she practically glowed, and then it was time for Claire to head downstairs to start the festivities with Loki.

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An air of excitement filled the palace as Claire and Loki welcomed their guests during breakfast. Everyone was eager for the games to begin- including the guests. Several of them had joined Thor and the warriors three in pre-gaming which, unbeknownst to them, would render them unable to participate. Claire and Loki shared a laugh as they watched the would-be competitor’s fall to the powerful mead one after another.

After a leisurely breakfast, the guests and competitors made their way out of the palace. They walked into the heart of the city, where stands were erected around empty fields. Equipment had already been set up for the archery competition and various other events. Claire gazed out at the field, trying to picture what everything was for- she’d been told there would be feats of strength and skill, but being unfamiliar with the games themselves, she wasn’t sure what each event needed.

Claire and Loki went their separate ways once they reached the field to prepare, Claire making her way toward the makeshift archery range, while Loki went with Thor and the warriors three to prepare for the games they would compete in.

Their guests filled the stands surrounding the field, all of them eager for the games to begin. Eager chatter filled Claire’s ears as she gazed around the field.

Tall beams had been erected at the far end of the field, with a smaller cross beam running between them at the top. Another area had been set up a few feet away from the beams, looking to Claire like a set up for shot put- markers had been set equidistant from each other to measure distance.

The area closest to Claire was set up for archery. Quivers had been placed in a neat line several paces from the row of targets, and a rack of bows had been brought over the training yard at the palace. Claire glanced back at the other areas on the field to see Loki helping Thor and several others carry...large boulders?

“Shall we prepare?” Sif appeared from nowhere, pulling Claire’s attention away from the way Loki’s tunic had already begun to cling to him. “You will have plenty of time to gawk at your intended once your events are over.”

“Haha, very funny,” Claire replied. “I suppose I could use more practice with the javelin.”

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“Do you think you will learn to shoot before the end of the century?” Claire startled when Loki appeared out of thin air. She released her grip on the string, her shot going wide as she turned to glare at him. The games were due to start any moment, and she was trying to get some last minute practice in.

“Unless you’re here to help, go away,” she said without ire. “I thought you couldn’t be alone with me anyway.”

“We’re hardly alone,” Loki mused as Claire notched her arrow again. “Half the palace and our guests are here.” He wasn’t wrong- several members of the staff and their assembled guests who’d signed up for the games were all milling about the field.

“Semantics.” Claire scoffed, releasing her hold on the string and letting the arrow fly. The arrow zipped through the air and struck the target- just not on the bullseye. Loki looked on, one judgmental brow raised at her poor performance.

“Who taught you to shoot?”

“I’m getting better,” Claire argued. “I’m not used to this kind of weapon.”

“Are you sure?” Loki asked leadingly, his lips curling inward as she missed again and he tried not to laugh.

“Yes,” Claire said stubbornly. “Ugh, no.” She readjusted her stance, even though she felt like it wouldn’t make a difference.

“May I?” Loki asked as he stepped up behind her. His lithe frame wrapped around hers, his large hand settling over hers gently on the bow. “Relax this hand,” he coached softly as his other hand found the crook of her arm. “Lower your elbow.” he gave the smallest amount of pressure as he corrected her stance.

Claire was in hell. Or maybe purgatory? Wherever she was, she was suffering. Loki’s hands on her skin was giving her all the good feelings and it was hard to focus on anything else. She could feel his chest pressed against her back, the heat coming off of him delightfully distracting. His breath teased the hair on her neck, spurring shivers of promise as he adjusted her grip on the bow. Those hands should be bronzed.

Claire couldn’t believe she was having a Princess Diaries moment.

“Breathe in,” Loki practically purred in her ear. Claire inhaled, feeling her back mold against Loki’s chest. She could faintly feel the steady beat of his heart. “Breathe out,” Claire released her tense shoulders as she exhaled. “Good. Now release,” Claire’s fingers released the string, eyes widening as the arrow FINALLY hit the bullseye. “Did that feel better?”

“What?” Claire asked dumbly, her mind focused on the feel of his skin on hers.

“It seems you can learn,” Loki said smugly. “Do it again.” he nodded to the full quiver by her feet with his chin, taking a step back to allow her space.

“Okay,” Claire’s fingers didn’t want to cooperate as she reached for another arrow, chasing it awkwardly around the quiver as Loki looked on. She finally grabbed it and strung it on the bow, taking her stance as she aimed at the target. She took a mental checklist of Loki’s instruction, correcting things as she went. Releasing her breath, Claire let the arrow go.

It sank into the wooden leg of the target with a hollow thunk.

“Somehow you have gotten worse,” Loki teased, a pleasant laugh escaping his dumb mouth. Claire scowled, tamping down her stupid butterflies. “Perhaps I should pretend to be you and participate in your stead.”

“Well if you wouldn’t distract me-”

“I distract you, do I?” Loki asked leadingly. “Why is that?”

“I’m not answering that,” Claire said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest and dropping the bow clumsily. “Shut up.” she added when Loki laughed at her.

“Very well, little wife, I shall leave you to practice without distraction,” Loki cackled, stooping to retrieve the bow from the ground for her. “Remember what I said.”

Moments later, Claire was still practicing when she felt another presence behind her.

“May I assist you with your form, Lady Claire?” a heavy hand touched her waist a fraction later, and Claire wrenched the offending hand around the newcomer’s back, bending his arm at a very uncomfortable angle. “Ah-ah!”

“I do not need your help,” Claire spat. “Touch me again and I will break your hand.Do you understand, Fandral?”

“Yes-I understand-ah!” the ‘warrior’ winced as she released him, pushing him away from her.

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Claire may have lost the archery competition, but she did well in the javelin throw and now she was taking a well deserved break to watch the rest of the morning events. Watching Loki toss boulders and giant trees that looked like telephone poles didn’t sound very exciting, but shit had she been wrong. Loki’s outfit, once pristine and appropriate, became damp with sweat as he hurled a massive boulder the length of a field, succeeding in defeating Volstagg and Hogun.

Claire learned that the telephone pole looking trees were called cabers, and the entire point of the game was to carry the pole down the pitch and then lift and flip it. None of those things sounded particularly interesting, but it did give her an excuse to ogle at Loki. To her surprise, it was actually a pretty interesting event, and all of the competitors were built. There were a number of competitors from Earth, like Steve and Bucky, as well as Asgardian competitors: Loki of course, as well as Thor, Volstagg, and Hogun. Soooo much eye candy to look at.

Hogun really had no business being so hot. As the heat of the morning rose, the stoic warrior had gathered his long hair in a top knot, and his beefy arms were on full display as he took his place at the end of the pitch. His biceps bulged as he cradled the end of the caber in his hands, jogging gracefully down the pitch before hefting the caber overhead. The caber did a graceful arc through the air, the other end striking the dirt and coming to a stop just before tipping over. The crowd groaned in disappointment but clapped politely as Hogun left the pitch.

Steve tried next, his caber almost flipping but just falling short. Anja cheered the loudest from Claire’s right. Sandwiched as she was between Sif and Anja, Claire heard every mutter of appreciation.

“You are a very fortunate woman.” Sif observed as Bucky threw his own caber, managing the first flip in the caber toss.

“Don’t I know it.” Anja preened, smiling when Bucky waved to her. Frigga offered no comments of her own, but giggled alongside them.

“I have so many questions about the metal arm.” Claire whispered to Anja.

“I also have questions.” Darcy muttered from beside Sif. Anja snickered, winked, and turned to wave back at Bucky. Volstagg took his turn next, failing to flip his caber. Thor managed to flip his as well, and finally, it was Loki’s turn.

Loki’s large hands cradled the caber delicately as he began his way down the pitch. Loose strands swayed as he moved, his biceps bulging with the strain of carrying the heavy weight. His handsome face was a mask of concentration, sharp jaw set firm as he prepared to launch his caber.

Loki planted his feet in the dirt, muscular thighs bulging as he lifted the caber over his head with a mighty roar. His tunic lifted with his arms, revealing a swath of toned muscle that Claire wanted to sink her teeth into.

The caber soared through the air, further than Bucky’s, planting in the ground with a solid thunk and creaked as it flipped, striking the ground with a loud crack. Thor bemoaned his loss as Steve and Bucky clapped Loki on the back.

“Woo! GO LOKI!” Claire cheered from the stands, setting off her airhorn multiple times to her neighbors shock and annoyance. The people from Earth in the audience laughed as the Asgardians looked around for the source of the loud noise in alarm.

“Where were you hiding that?!” Anja asked after her shock had passed. “Up your dress?”

“It has pockets!” Claire said gleefully, tooting the air horn a few more times. Somewhere in the crowd, Claire recognized the laughter of the former US president. She looked over her shoulder to see him and his wife cracking up, waving excitedly when they acknowledged her. “I made Michelle and Barack Obama laugh!” she giggled as she turned back toward the field, spying Loki as he and the others made their way to another area. Claire waved at him, feeling her cheeks grow warm when he waved back. He seemed surprised at her support, but it was clear he appreciated it.

“Look at how she blushes!” Sif teased.

“So cute!” Darcy chimed in.

“So precious!” Anja cackled.

“You guys are dicks,” Claire sulked, turning away from her so-called friends as her cheeks burned. Across the field, Loki and the other competitors were getting ready for the wrestling to begin. As the men were standing around talking as they awaited the judges, Claire took the time to inspect Loki. His tunic clung to him, wet with perspiration at the neck and back. His long dark hair had lost its beautiful bounce and had been tied back in a low bun, but several strands hung limp and loose around his collar. The tight pants he’d worn cupped his backside almost indecently, the fabric clinging to the meat of his thighs as if the material had been poured over his body. “God damn, I’m a lucky bitch.” she mumbled.

It was then that Loki noticed her staring, color rising in his cheeks as his companions ribbed him good-naturedly. Flashing her a smile, he made a swift gesture with his hand, and a flash of green on the railing in front of her drew Claire’s attention downward.

A cluster of delicate purple blooms sat atop a backdrop of fat rounded leaves, the stem just long enough to anchor in her hair.

Smiling, Claire tucked the small flower behind her ear.

“Ah, young love,” Frigga sighed wistfully from behind them. “His father and I were exactly the same way. We couldn’t keep our eyes, or our hands, off each other. We were caught in some very compromising situations in our early days.”

“Your Majesty!” Darcy gasped dramatically. Frigga merely chuckled.

“I imagine we’ll have quite a similar situation with these two.” she smiled at Claire knowingly. Claire averted her gaze as the women around her laughed like hyenas.

A cheer went up from the crowd as the start of the wrestling was announced.

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The wrestling was by far the best event of the morning. Loki and Fandral were locked in a vicious battle, and even though there were several yards between Claire’s seat and the match, she could still see the tantalizing strength of Loki’s muscles.

Sweat made his tunic cling to his back, fabric straining as his biceps bulged and flexed with the effort of defeating his opponent. Fandral pinned him, but Loki freed himself, shoving Fandral into the dirt with a feral snarl. Both men were dusty and filthy from rolling in the dirt, but somehow Loki was even more attractive, especially when mopping the floor with Fandral.

Thor and Volstagg had already had their bout (which Volstagg lost), and Hogun had bested Sif in theirs, but she’d been most excited to watch Loki in action.

“She is crazier than you are,” Fandral hissed, tightening his grip on Loki’s collar. He tried to shimmy free from Loki’s grip but found he couldn’t move an inch. “You two deserve each other.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Loki gave Fandral a sneering smile before twisting his arm mercilessly and making him howl in pain.

“For Odin’s sake, I yield!” Fandral shouted, crawling away pathetically when Loki released his hold on him. “Odin’s beard. You’re both lunatics.” The referee called the match as Fandral stormed off, and Loki laughed aloud as Claire set off her air horn again. It was the most support he’d ever received at an event such as this, and it pleased him to no end.

~~~~

After the mornings events, lunch was served on the field. Blankets were spread on the grass and guests stuffed themselves with cured smoked salmon, reindeer sausage, and cheeses, along with fruit tarts and thick waffles with fresh butter and lingonberry jam.

Claire and Phil shared a blanket with Thor, Frigga and Odin, and Frigga kept them all occupied by sharing her thoughts on the morning’s events.

“Did you participate in the games for your wedding?” Phil asked.

“Oh yes,” Frigga chuckled. “When I was much younger, I was quite athletic.”

“Back in those days, war games were commonly played before weddings. Frigga was quite brilliant when we played; I’ll never forget how she bested me.” Odin looked over at Frigga fondly, who clucked her tongue and shoved at him playfully. Thor looked at the blanket uncomfortably at his parents display of affection. Claire also felt uncomfortable, but it was nice to see they still cared for each other.

Would she and Loki feel that way about each other in two thousand years?

“Ah, there is our victor!” Frigga said cheerfully as Loki dropped onto the blanket beside Claire. He was clean again, his hair still wet and beginning to curl at the ends.

“I see you’ve all started without me,” he said jovially as Thor passed him the salmon. “Hello, darling.” he added softly to Claire.

“Hey yourself,” Claire replied, offering him the platter of waffles. “I didn’t know your hair was curly.”

“Ah, yes,” Loki said sheepishly, eyes dropping as his cheeks turned the slightest pink. “It can be quite annoying at times.” a flash of green covered his hair, leaving it completely dry with nary a curl in sight.

“I think it’s cute.”

“Thank you.” Loki said sheepishly before taking a small bite of sausage.

“Are you both looking forward to the knattleikr?” Frigga asked, reminding them both there were other people around.

“I for one am very excited!” Thor said eagerly, taking a hearty bite of reindeer sausage. “I wager that Claire’s team will obliterate Loki’s.”

“They each get a team?” Phil asked.

“Oh yes, it is customary for the bride to lead her guests against the grooms,” Frigga replied. “It shall be most entertaining, I think.”

“I shall be gentlemanly and go easy on you.” Loki offered.

“Aw, that’s so sweet. I’m gonna destroy you.” Claire grinned.

“Never before have I heard such a charming threat! Well done,” Loki praised, popping a berry into his mouth. “This could do with eel.” he muttered as he tore a piece from his waffle.

“Ooh yes, that eel we had a few weeks ago was fantastic,” Claire agreed. “We should go back sometime, without Fandral.” she rolled her eyes, glaring over at the offender on his blanket across the field.

“Indeed.”

The rest of lunch passed easily, an excited buzz filling the early afternoon air. After everyone had eaten their fill, the spectators returned to the stands while the guests competing went to change. Claire, Anja and Sif chatted as they changed, joining the men on the field as they held a spirited conversation.

“I’m just saying, her records from S.H.I.E.L.D. are pretty impressive. Are we sure she’s not of super soldier origin? Hmmmm?” Tony asked, peering at Steve intently. Steve pulled a disgruntled face, backing away from the scientist.

“Um hi, hello. What are we talking about?” Claire asked. “You pulled my records?”

“Oh just speculating wildly on your hitherto unknown paternity,” Tony replied cheekily. “You know, locker room talk.”

“That’s messed up.” Anja muttered. Claire nodded, annoyed and slightly embarrassed. Trust Tony Stark to find exactly what would make here uncomfortable.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

“But I want to?” Tony shrugged.

“You do realize I carry knives on me all the time, right?” Claire asked. “Stop talking.”

“What are you gonna do; stab me with no warning?” Tony cackled.

“Stabbing is a warning.” Claire and Bucky said in unison. Both wore matching annoyed expressions.

“Shit, maybe she’s yours, Barnes.” Tony elbowed Bucky, who looked at Tony like he was insane.

“Dude, stop.”

“Enough, Stark,” Loki growled. “Your speculation is unwelcome.” Tony gave Loki a cheeky grin.

“I mean, I could continue to throw out theories-”

“By all means,” Loki returned the cheek. “I will gladly step aside and allow you to be stabbed.”

“Okay, that’s enough, no one is stabbing anyone,” Steve said as he stepped in the middle. He glanced at Claire meaningfully. “Right?” Claire shrugged.

“We’ll see.”

“Hey, my wife will be very upset if you stab me!”

“Will she, though?” Claire asked. Tony gasped in fake shock.

“I cannot believe I claimed you as my possible-daughter; you’re out of the will!”

“Oh no, not the will! How ever will I live?!” Claire asked sarcastically. “Can we hurry up and pick teams so I can beat you?” she asked Loki.

“So confident,” Loki graced her with a smile. “Very well. Shall we?”

~~~~

The teams were down to the final quarter of the game, and the score was tied. The eight competitors were damp with sweat and painted with mud, but spirits were high. Claire’s team of Tony, Clint, Bucky and Anja had done very well against Loki’s team of Steve, Hogun, Sif, and Thor. No one had scored a goal yet in the final round and Claire was determined to win.

“Come on, set it up!” she called to her teammates, dodging Thor’s attempt to block her. Even though the god of thunder was competitive, he was clearly afraid of hurting her as any contact between them had been feather light and easy to evade.

Loki on the other hand, was not going easy on her like he’d promised. Not that it mattered to Claire- in fact it would make beating him all the better. They were both competitive, and delighted in stealing the ball from each other.

The ball began to shimmer, darting off course from where Hogun had kicked it and heading toward Claire, poised to score a goal.

“I saw that!” Loki shouted, signaling for a pause just as Claire reached the ball. “Seidr is not allowed.”

“Are you cheatin’, doll?” Bucky gasped, glancing at Anja with a scandalized expression.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anja said innocently. “This is clearly the work of nargles.” Claire snorted a laugh, curling her lips inward to smother her laughter as Loki glared at her.

“Of what, madam?”

“Nargles!” Anja insisted. “You know, mischievous creatures that like to steal things? They’ve clearly taken a shine to the ball.”

Loki had never heard such nonsense. He had studied creatures, both magical in nature and ordinary, and never once had he heard of anything called a nargle. Yet he detected no hint of falsehood.

Odd.

��Fine,” he conceded. “Since play was disrupted, we shall reset and start again. Claire, the ball, please.”

“But I was about to score a goal!”

“Give it to me.” Loki demanded, grabbing the ball with both hands.

“Make me.” Claire stepped back, pulling the ball tighter against her body. Loki pulled harder, equally determined to keep his hold. Claire elbowed him in the solar plexus as she tried to wedge her body between Loki and the ball. Loki huffed in amusement, shaking his head as he fought against her hold.

“You are such a brat.”

“I’m not hearing a complaint.” Claire made a noise of protest as the ball slipped free of her grasp.

“Merely an observation.” Loki grinned, tucking the ball beneath his arm. Claire growled, charmed against her will by his dashing smile. Stupid handsome jerk.

“Hey love birds!” Tony shouted. “Can we speed this up? I’m too old for this shit.”

“You can take a break if you need to, old man,” Claire teased. “Want someone to bring your walker?”

“Oh you are so out of the will. Nargles, my ass,” Tony groaned, bracing his hands on his lower back as he cracked his spine. “Throw the ball already!” he complained.

“I was waiting for you to finish complaining.” Loki murmured as he spun the ball between his fingertips.

“Yeah, that’ll never happen,” Bucky shook his head. “We’ll be here all day waiting.”

“Shove it Barnes!”

“You shove it!” Bucky shot back. “C’mon, let’s wrap this up before the ol’ fogey breaks a hip.”

“No more nargles?” Loki peered at Anja suspiciously, ignoring the vulgar hand gestures Tony aimed at Bucky. Claire smothered a laugh as Bucky aimed one back.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t have anything to do with it.” Anja said defensively. Loki grinned. Lie.

He tossed the ball into the middle of the field, his balance thrown off as Claire immediately shot past him to intercept it. She slid on her knees between Sif’s legs when the warrior tried to block her path, jumping back up to her knees to chase the ball. Thor reached it at the same time, heading her off. Perfectly at ease, the god of thunder posed no threat and simply wished to annoy his new sister by preventing her from advancing down the field. Claire was ready to win.

“Peace, sister, I do not wish to hurt you-ah!” Thor gasped as Claire moved him aside with a hip throw. Thor struck the dirt and Claire spun away, cackling as she kicked the ball back toward her teammates. The crowd laughed at the comical sight of the god of thunder sprawled in the dirt, as did Loki and everyone else on the field.

“You can’t do that!” Loki shouted in protest as Claire raced past him with the ball.

“Nobody told me that!” Claire shouted back gleefully. Bucky was waiting to block Hogun as Claire kicked the ball further up the field.

“What in Hel’s name are you doing?” Loki raced to Thor’s side, hoisting his oafish brother to his feet by his collar. “We are going to lose!”

“Did you see her throw me, brother?” Thor laughed in amazement. “She is fast as lightning!” he crowed.

“Gods, you are a fool. Come on!” Loki took off running, intent on stealing the ball back from Claire and Anja before they could score. He caught up to Claire easily, but she sensed him coming and darted to the side, evading his long reach. He followed closely, their arms tangling as they fought over the ball. Claire’s foot hooked around his and he was tugged off balance. Loki hit the dirt, rolling as Claire kicked the ball far ahead to Anja. He watched it sail through the air with sinking hope for victory. His teammates made no effort to foil their opponents and it reached the blonde with no interference. Loki watched in dismay as the captain allowed Anja to leisurely approach the goal and lightly tap the ball between the goal posts.

“Great job, sweetheart.” Steve praised as the crowd cheered from the stands. Anja smiled, squeaking with surprise when Bucky swooped in from behind and she found herself sandwiched between the pair.

“Gross.” Claire’s nose wrinkled as both men kissed Anja on the cheek.

“Victors are meant to celebrate,” Loki mused from the ground. “No kiss for me, I suppose.” he sighed theatrically.

“And risk scandal? Perish the thought.” Claire replied.

“It’s the least you could do after besting me.” Loki groused.

“Told you I’d wipe the floor with you,” Loki’s ire faded as Claire grinned down at him, arms crossed over her chest. Seeing her satisfied grin was worth being knocked to the ground. “Need a hand?” she helped him to his feet, helping him brush dirt and loose grass off his tunic.

“Well done.”

“Thanks. How’s Thor?”

“In awe of your skill, apparently,” Loki chuckled. “You shall have to teach me that move.”

“You know, I offer private lessons.”

“Do you?” Loki purred. “When could one partake in said lessons?” Claire wasn’t able to respond, as she and Loki were swept up in celebrating both her teams victory, and the end of the wedding games.

~~~~

“Say what you want,” Claire said around a mouthful of fire-roasted bird (she kept telling herself it was chicken). “They might be a little weird, but the Asgardians know how to party.” Despite the full day’s itinerary, people had flooded the beaches at sunset, setting massive mounds of wood ablaze along the coastline. People milled all around them- dancing, laughing, and eating and drinking as they celebrated the summer solstice. It seemed everyone with hair had braided beautiful blooms of flowers into their hairdos, even the men.

Claire sat beside a large bonfire with her uncle, taking a break from socializing with all the guests. She had to hand it to her new mother-in-law, combining her and Loki’s wedding with the celebration of the summer solstice had garnered a massive turnout. All around them people seemed to be having the time of their lives as they danced around the monumental fires.

“Do you think you could be happy here?” Phil asked somberly, breaking the happy spell cast on the evening. Claire stopped chewing, looking at him in surprise. She knew that as the wedding loomed closer, her uncle’s guilt for talking her into this grew. Now that it was less than 24 hours away, he was a mess. (Let’s be honest, so was she.)

“Honestly…” Claire looked around at all the frolicking people, adorned with flower crowns and henna tattoos of runes and sigils, and felt oddly at home. She’d always felt called to witchcraft so she was familiar with runes and divination, both of which seemed ingrained in the culture here. In Asgard, she wouldn’t be considered weird for her witchy proclivities. “I think I’m gonna love it.”

“Don’t lie just to appease me, Claire. I know you’re nervous.”

“I am, it’s true. All of this is definitely going to take some getting used to, but I can see myself being really happy here. This beach party makes me feel right at home.” Further along the beach, Claire spotted Thor and Loki among the crowd, both of them bedecked in braids and flowers. She had seen Loki sporadically through the crowd, nursing a mead. Thor was already drunk, hanging onto Loki for balance as they made their way to a blanket. Loki was in his signature green, although he’d forgone the leather for the beach party. Instead he wore soft-looking pants and a linen-type shirt, the fabric draping over him sensually as it shifted in the breeze. The v-neck of the top showed a triangle of his skin, and Claire wanted to see more. Bereft of his leathers, he looked practically naked. Slutty.

As if he knew she was gawking, Loki’s green eyes flicked in her direction, catching her in the crowd immediately. The heat of his gaze scorched her. He’d opted to line his eyes with kohl, making the green stand out even more than usual. Without taking his eyes off her, he said something to Thor and set off toward her.

“Even considering…” Phil’s question was lost on the wind as the intense eye contact with Loki continued unbroken as he made his way toward them.

“Hmm?” Claire offered helplessly, lost in the intensity of the gods gaze. Fuck, he’s hot. She suppressed a shiver as she remembered their passionate kiss under the willow tree. She wanted more of those kisses, and she wanted them bad.

“I said-”

“Gleðilegt Jónsmessa!” (Icelandic) Loki announced as he reached their blanket.

“Bless you?” Claire offered. Loki laughed heartily, shaking his head.

“Happy Midsummer to you both,” he translated. “May I?” he gestured to the open space between them on the blanket. Phil looked irritated, but Claire tucked the fan of her skirt beneath her to give him room to sit. “Are you enjoying the celebration?”

“I am, actually. It's not too different from the beach parties back home. Although we didn’t paint runes on our skin and people were usually crossfaded.”

“Crossfaded?” Loki asked.

“Right, sorry,” Claire smiled. “Remember the pot we smoked in the garden?” Loki nodded, ignoring Phil's confused look. “If we'd gotten drunk too, we would have been crossfaded.”

“I see. Is that something you enjoy?” Claire shrugged.

“It's alright, but I prefer weed to alcohol,” She explained. “Can I ask- why is everyone drunk? Is it part of the tradition or-”

“Did no one tell you?” Loki balked. “What a terrible slight,” He scooted closer to her, close enough that their knees pressed together. “Lore has long said that evil spirits walk amongst the living on the longest day of summer. The bonfires are to frighten them away, and ensure a good harvest later in the year. One tradition is that the more a man drinks, the more successful his crops will be come harvest time. Over time it's changed to anyone's endeavors and people imbibe in Freyja's name.”

“She's the goddess of midsummer? I thought it was love and fertility.”

“She is also associated with the sun and the warmth of summer,” Loki replied. “There is also a tradition for lovers to jump over a bonfire together- it is supposed to bring good luck.”

“Good luck as in lots of babies? The pagans considered midsummer a celebration of fertility.”

“That they did,” Loki chuckled. “And yes, that is the belief here as well.”

“Are people going to make us jump over a fire?” Loki laughed at her question.

“Possibly,” he said sheepishly. “My mother is all but frothing at the mouth at the idea of children.”

“My mom would be too.”

“What happened to her?” Loki asked gently. “You said she passed when you were young, but-”

“I don't like to talk about it,” Claire chewed her bottom lip, her fingers rubbing her wrist in agitation. “It was really traumatic.”

“My apologies.” Loki frowned. He knew mortals were fragile, but how bad could it have been for the usually composed woman to act that way? Phil looked back and forth between them in silent astonishment. It was like a night and day difference between their first meetings. Instead of shouting and insulting each other, they seemed to have found an equilibrium, or at the very least a modicum of intimacy. Seeing them sit in companionable silence, Phil felt a bit better about talking Claire into this.

“Gleðilegt Jónsmessa!” A young child crowed happily as she waved at the prince and future princess. Her mother looked on from the beach, offering a sheepish smile as her daughter spoke a mile a minute to the prince.

“She is asking if you would like flowers.” Loki translated, smiling at Claire.

“Oh! I thought I couldn't have them,” Claire had wanted flowers, but as an unmarried woman, she wasn't allowed the braids other women wore theirs in.

“The braids, no, but you may have as many flowers as you like.”

“Just one, please.” Loki accepted an orange blossom from the little girl with a smile, turning to offer it to Claire. Claire swept her long hair over her shoulder, and Loki took the opportunity to lean closer.

“Next year,” he murmured as he tucked the stem behind her ear. “You will have a flower crown to put the others to shame.”

“I'll hold you to that.” Claire laughed, glad she wasn't the only one of them thinking about the future. The little girl squealed with delight, throwing her arms around Claire's neck in a surprise hug. Her mother gasped and reached for the girl, but Claire laughed and hugged the little girl back. The girl said something quickly, her small finger toying with the flower petals.

“She says it is as pretty as you are,” Loki translated. “It’s true. The color suits you.”

“Even though it's not green?” Claire teased. “How do I thank her?”

“Tack själv,” Loki replied, charmed when Claire repeated it flawlessly to the young girl before sending her back to her mother with a wave. “You have no runes? No wishes for the coming year?” He asked in surprise when he spied her bare arms.

“I didn't know where to get them! Do you have them?”

“Of course,” Loki grinned, pulling up his sleeves to show off the artwork on his skin. Claire recognized the runes, the symbols for abundance, joy, power and transformation. “Do you know them?”

“Mmhmm,” Claire hummed, tapping each rune with a finger. “Uruz, wunjo, dagaz, fehu.”

“How is it that a Midgardian is wise to the ways of magic?”

“My mom was very religious, but it was never the right fit for me, and when she died...” Claire swallowed. “I rejected it completely. I had a hard time believing a just god could allow her to die the way she did. Still do. Eventually, I found my way to witchcraft.” Claire grinned.

“I see. Someday I will ask you about it. I'm curious how our magics compare.”

“I am too.”

“Loki!” Thor called from a ways down the beach. He had gathered all the Avengers around him, along with a few of the political guests and Asgardians. “LOKI!” he waved cheerfully.

“Norns, what does he want?” Loki sighed.

“You must jump the fire!” Thor cried, miming a jump as best he could in his inebriated state. “Bring your wife to be!”

“He’ll never leave us alone.” Loki groaned, looking over at Claire apologetically. Claire threw her head back and laughed as Thor continued his poor pantomime, spilling mead over himself and the unsuspecting sand beneath his feet.

“We should put him out of his misery,” she said as Thor’s inner lack of equilibrium caught up with him and he dropped his mead. “Just this once.”

“Just this once.” Loki echoed, offering her his hand once he’d gotten to his feet. The group of onlookers cheered as they approached, garnering more attention from the party goers. Before long, a large crowd had gathered around the bonfire. Excitement filled the air as space was made for them to approach the fire, welcoming them into the circle.

Loki was even more handsome in the firelight, the dancing flames casting shadows that danced along his sharp cheekbones like a lovers caress. If she stretched up on her tiptoes, she’d be able to kiss the smooth expanse of his cheek. She considered it, until she saw how worried he looked.

“Loki? You okay?” she asked. Loki’s eyes darted from the fire to hers, the wild edge receding when she grabbed his hand. Was she imagining it or was his hand shaking?

“...yes, I’m fine,” Loki replied absently, his throat fighting to close up as he tried to ignore the flashbacks of the last time he’d been this close to fire. Claire wasn’t convinced; he could tell by the way her lips twisted. Thankfully, she said nothing as the crowd parted began calling for them to jump. “Are you ready?” Tucking her concern aside for the time being, Claire looked back at what awaited them.

The fire beckoned like a glistening promise of what was to come, if they were brave enough to face it. Coming to Asgard was a challenge unlike any Claire had ever faced before, but Loki made the struggle worth it. Despite their rocky start, Claire felt they’d found their equilibrium at last, and formed a strong bond to see them through the challenges still yet to come. She just hoped he felt the same.

The fire crackled loudly, wispy fingers of smoke beckoning them closer. The only way out was through.

“Ready, Freddy,” Claire looked up at Loki, smiling when he laced their fingers together. “Let’s do this.”

There was a short run, a flicker of heat, a feeling of weightlessness, and then sand between her toes as they touched back down.

Loki's shirt collar rode low on his chest as they landed on the other side, allowing her to see the rune above his heart. It was the bindrune for love. For all their flirting and skirting the line of the rules, seeing the rune made Claire's heart flutter like nothing else. Physical connections were one thing, but to know he wanted something deeper made her happy enough to burst. He does feel the same.

An eruption of cheers met them as those gathered shouted their congratulations and showered them with blooms from their braids. Loki’s hand reached out to fix the flower in her hair, his thumb tracing the apple of her cheek. Claire was about to tackle him onto the sand when Thor lumbered his way over.

“Congratulations to you both,” he said warmly, massive hands clasping their shoulders. “My new sister!” he shook her excitedly, releasing her as he leaned in close. Loki’s hands steadied her when she staggered, warmth from his palms blooming over her hips. “I was able to procure the gift you asked for.”

“Are you shitting me?” Claire burst into laughter, rocking back into Loki’s broad frame. “You actually found a talking llama?”

“Of course! A prince of Asgard always keeps his word,” Thor puffed up with pride, his face breaking into a huge grin as he pulled her into a hug. “I am joking, sister. It is only a regular llama. Try not to be too disappointed, hmm?” he laughed as he released her again. “In the name of Odin All-father- I, Thor Odinson, do hereby bless this union!” he shouted in his booming voice, spurring another round of cheers from the crowded beach. “May you be fruitful, and happy.” he gave Loki a meaningful glance, embracing them both again before going off in search of more mead.

“Would you like some runes?” Loki asked over the roar of the crowd. “I can paint them for you.”

“Yes! I'd love some.” Claire was grateful for a reprieve from the mortification of strangers cheering for her to get pregnant.

“I will fetch the supplies,” Loki smiled. “Excuse me.” Claire made her way back to the blanket where Phil waited, waving at the people who greeted her.

“So you two are friendly now?” Phil asked as she sat down again. Claire's cheeks turned pink as he stared at her knowingly.

“We've been spending time together.” she replied defensively.

“Supervised time?” Phil pressed.

“Obviously,” Claire said. “You know the rules as well as I do.”

“Mmhmm.” Phil wasn't convinced, but he wasn't going to run to Odin about it. Even if Phil did not like or trust Loki, they were adults.

“Something to say?” Claire challenged as she picked at the hem of her skirt. She really wasn't one for dresses, but they were growing on her. The material was so soft it felt like butter.

“Just weird, that's all. You seem awfully close for people who haven't spent any time alone.”

“Mmhmm,” Claire said absently. “Look I know you're not fooled, so just don't say anything okay?”

“How did he do it?”

“How did who do what?” Claire asked innocently. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Mmhmm.” Phil grumped. Claire returned to picking at her skirt as Loki returned with henna ink and a brush.

“Which runes would you like?”

“Surprise me, but I have one request.”

“Of course.” Claire smiled shyly before looking directly at the spot above his heart. Loki grinned, and she thought she saw a faint blush on his cheeks as he took brush to ink and got to work. He worked methodically, creating straight, confident lines with a steady hand. She watched him work, completely relaxed under his hands. She took the opportunity to really study him, the sharp angle of his cheek bones, the arch of his eyebrows, the length of his eye lashes. A strand of his long black hair had escaped the braids and hung in his handsome face, curling softly against his cheek and looking sleek as an oil spill in the light from the fire. Claire studied the elegant shape of his hands, appreciating the soft sensation of their skin brushing as he worked. His forearms were slim and toned, and she could see the veins and cords of muscle flex beneath his skin. Though hidden from her gaze, Claire knew his biceps were just as luscious and the way the fabric of his shirt stretched over them was making her feel feral. He really was a beautiful man. Between them, their legs touched at the knee, the tops of their bare feet squished together. The hem of Claire's dress fluttered in the breeze, exposing her ankle, and Claire laughed suddenly at the thought of Loki fainting at the sight.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking up from his work.

“Yeah, just had a funny thought,” she explained. “My ankle is showing.”

“How scandalous.” Loki teased.

“Not gonna faint?”

“Not after seeing your-” Loki stopped, glancing over at Phil. “Never mind,” Claire smiled wolfishly as she recalled how he'd reacted to seeing her in leggings. The poor bastard had no idea what was coming. “It's not funny.”

“I think it's hilarious. God of mischief, struck dumb by a pair of leggings.”

“It was not the leggings, but what they contained. Or rather, barely contained. I have half a mind to disallow you from wearing them in public.”

“Fat chance,” Claire replied. “And honey, if you think those were scandalous, you've got another thing coming.” Loki hung his head, exhaling through his nose.

“You're trying to distract me. Let me work, please, lest you end up rich in fish.” Claire giggled at his ludicrous threat.

“Considering my love for sushi, that sounds lovely.” Loki snickered along with her as he finished the last rune.

“I'm afraid I can't give you this one,” he tapped the end of the brush on his chest. “It wouldn't be appropriate.”

“Okay, I'll do it then. Lemme see?” She asked, taking the brush from him. Loki swallowed before tugging his shirt collar down to expose the rune. Claire tugged her own collar down to begin painting the rune when Phil finally seemed to wise up to what they were doing and flicked water at them from his glass.

“Behave please. You're in public.”

“For fucks sake, he's gonna see it tomorrow anyway!” Claire groaned in exasperation, rolling her eyes when Phil shook his head.

“Look I personally don't care. But there are very specific rules here.”

“Fuck the rules. We're getting married in less than 24 hours,” Claire huffed. “Ridiculous.”

“Perhaps it would be best-”

“It'll take two seconds, mischief,” Claire pleaded. “Unless you really don't want to risk it.”

“Do it.” Loki challenged, pulling his collar back down with a smirk. Claire grinned back, getting to work painting the rune above the swell of her left breast. Each time she glanced at the rune on Loki's chest, he was staring at her unrepentantly. She figured he was ogling her just as she'd done to him earlier, and pulled her collar lower just to give him something to stare at.

Loki couldn't help but stare as she lowered her collar further than necessary. He'd had reservations going into this farce, but now...he dared any to stop them from being wed tomorrow. His ever present desire for her bubbled in his veins and any man who dared try to take her from him would die slowly and painfully. He spied a speck of black in the valley between her breasts and straightened, trying to see it better.

“It's a tattoo,” Claire said knowingly, catching his eye as she finished painting the rune. “Similar to these, but this is permanent. Wanna see?” She grinned wolfishly, making him laugh as he nodded. She glanced around for any naysayers before exposing the tattoo. Loki found himself filled with a new appreciation for the moon cycles as he drank in the sight of her tattoo. Whimsical and delicate star bursts lay scattered around phases of the moon connected by a thin line of dashes. Dividing her chest in half, the tattoo graced the valley between her breasts like a hanging chain. The black ink contrasted her creamy skin beautifully, and he longed to trace it with his fingertips and tongue.

“It's lovely.”

“Any chance I'll see you later tonight?” Claire asked quietly. “I could show you up close.”

“I cannot tonight, darling. At least, not as I have been. I have wedding duties to attend to after this.”

“That's unfortunate,” Claire sighed. “Here I was hatching schemes.”

“You’ll have to hatch your schemes tomorrow night, menace,” Loki's eyes shone with mischief as they shared a smile. “Otherwise I will be unable to fulfill my duties tomorrow.”

“Well when you put it that way,” Claire dabbed the rune on her chest with her finger to test its dryness. When her finger came away clean, she released her collar and Loki mourned the loss. “It’s a date.”

~~~~

Halfway through the night, Claire was jostled awake by a woman asking her to follow her. At the woman’s insistence that it was important, Claire begrudgingly left her warm bed and followed the woman out of her chambers and down the darkened palace hallways. After what felt like an eternity of walking, the woman ushered Claire into a dimly lit large room and closed the door behind them. As Claire’s eyes adjusted the low lighting, she noticed the unusual number of couches as well as people that filled the room.

“What in the hell…?” Claire’s foggy brain was working overtime to try and process what was going on. Loki’s words from early echoed in her mind: Sleep well. You will need it. Turning back to the woman she asked, “What is this?”

“It is your kvángaðr vaka, my lady.” The girl replied.

“My what?” Claire asked, blanching as a man approached her with his arms outstretched. “Um…hi. Can I help y-hey!” Claire slapped the man’s hands away when he tried to remove her nightgown.

“Please don’t be alarmed, my lady. We only wish to please you.” The man said apologetically.

“I don’t understand. I am half asleep and confused and I want you to stop touching me.” Claire said, pushing the man’s hands away a second time. “Who are you? What is going on?!”

“This is a safe place, my lady; no harm will come to you here,” the woman replied gently. “We are masters in the sacred arts of pleasure. This is called a marriage awakening in your tongue. It is meant for you to discover what pleases you so that your marriage bed will be enjoyable.”

“Be that as it may…” Claire said hesitantly, trying to think of the most diplomatic answer. “I’m not sure Prince Loki would like the idea of-”

“But he is already here, my lady.” The woman answered, gesturing to a far corner of the room.

“What?” Claire balked, following the woman’s arm to where Loki stood…with his cock in a blonde woman’s mouth as she knelt in front of him. How charming. “Oh,” she added quietly, pointedly ignoring the lines of muscle she could see from here. Loki hid his physique behind all the metal and leather, and oh my was he hiding a feast for her eyes. Claire wasn’t sure where to look first- his large hands as they guided the woman’s head, the peppering of dark hairs that trailed enticingly down his chest, his thighs, his biceps…

Arousal pooled between her thighs as she gaped at him helplessly, her jaw slack as she burned in awe of his strength. She’d seen his muscles up close in the training arena, but she wanted to know what his hands felt like in her hair as he fucked her mouth.

“My lady?”

“I wasn’t drooling,” Claire blurted quickly, snapping her attention away from the smooth motion of Loki’s hips to the woman beside her, curling her lips inward as the woman gave her a respectful look that clearly meant ‘okay bitch, whatever you say’. “I still don’t understand.”

“That’s alright, my lady; we will guide you,” the woman said. “Our goal is to help you learn what your body likes. Tomorrow before the wedding ceremony, we will give our report to Prince Loki. Don’t worry, my lady, you shall receive a report as well,” she added, placating Claire before she could open her mouth. “This way, when your marriage is consummated, it will be more enjoyable for you both.”

“That…actually makes sense,” Claire found herself saying. “But what about the ‘no-sex-before-marriage’ thing?” she asked.

“Do not fret my lady, your maidenhead will remain intact,” the serving girl assured her. “We would never deny your husband his privilege.”

“Privilege,” Claire repeated numbly, glancing over at Loki again, who still had his cock in a woman’s mouth (not that she was surprised) and was face-fucking her rather roughly. Jesus dude. Definitely ignoring how hot that is. Wait, is that a different girl? “Riiiight.”

In the firelight, Claire could very clearly see the flex of Loki’s strong thighs and the dimples of his ass cheeks as he fucked into the pliant mouth of the woman on her knees. Her hands grasped at his thighs for balance, and Claire’s insides burned with fury and jealousy. How dare that cunt think she had a right to touch her Loki?

“You said arts? Multiple?” Claire asked. The woman smiled, offering her hand.

“Indeed I did, Your Highness.”

~~~~

“Enjoying yourself?” Loki’s silky smooth voice hissed in her ear, completely shattering her little world. She was laid out, naked, on a remarkably comfortable couch, with the man from before face-planted between her thighs. The woman who’d woken her sat behind her, cradling Claire against her chest as she caressed Claire’s goose-pimpled flesh with soft furs.

“I was,” Claire sighed irritably as she opened her eyes to glare at him, her jealousy from earlier coming back to the fore. “What do you want?”

“I’m simply curious what has you making so much noise.” Loki said teasingly, enjoying the annoyed look on Claire’s face.

“I’m surprised you could hear anything over your grunting.” Claire shot back. Loki grimaced for a brief second before flashing a joking smile.

“Yes well…dry spells will have that effect on anyone.”

“True.” Claire conceded as a shiver ran through her. She could feel her orgasm building but if she was honest, the man between her legs was prolonging it more than helping her reach it. She could easily give him instructions, but she was content to enjoy the prolonged pleasure at this point.

“Have you come yet?” Loki asked softly, his eyes rapt on the dark hair between her thighs.

“Working on a third,” Claire sighed. “Why, have you?” she asked nonchalantly, shivering as a fur trailed across her nipples.

“Of course I have. Twice.” Loki scoffed.

“That’s twice?!” Claire balked as her eyes dropped to his still-raging hard on. Loki shot her a wolfish smile.

“And I have several more left in me. Think of the fun we’ll have, little wife,” he smirked, dropping to his knees behind her head. “Shall I give him directions?” he said softly in her ear, sending a chill down her spine. Claire nodded helplessly, wanting so desperately to reach her peak. And maybe, just maybe, a small part of her wished Loki would touch her. Okay, a big part.

“Please.” She said airily, her face flushing when he grinned predatorily at her.

“You’re off center, boy. To the left,” Loki instructed the man, smirking satisfactorily when Claire’s body seized and she gave a loud squeal. “Hold her down, for goodness sake; you’ll never get any traction with her thrashing about,” he snapped, watching with delight as Claire’s face flamed, her breath coming in pants as her hips twitched. The man’s grip turned to iron, keeping Claire in place as the woman’s arms locked around her to keep her still. “Harder,” He commanded, growling appreciatively as one of Claire’s hands fisted in the hair at his nape. “Better?”

“Better!” Claire gasped, her body tensing and jerking as she imagined how nice it would be if Loki were to pinch her nipples. Her orgasm swelled and burst suddenly and she stopped caring that she was on display as she felt as it crashed through her.

“Oh, I can’t wait to do this to you myself,” Loki groaned in her ear as his hand snaked its way down her belly, leaving electric ripples of pleasure in its wake. “Tomorrow it will be me pleasuring you- my head between your thighs and my tongue on your clit,” Claire’s muscles clenched in anticipation as his long fingers neared the top of her sex. “What do you think of that, little wife?” he murmured heatedly.

“Prince Loki.” the woman holding Claire broke the spell, her eyes focused on his hand pointedly.

“My intended is more than capable of saying whether she minds my touching her,” Loki replied shortly as he stood up. “Aren’t you?” Claire was puzzled by his question. Did she mind? Two seconds ago she was aching for him to touch her between her thighs, but now she just wanted a nap. Well, if she didn’t know, he wouldn’t either. Or so she thought, until the smug bastard grinned at her. “Focus, darling, do you wish for me to stop?”

“Not really, but shouldn’t your dick be in someone else’s face right now?” she managed to ask in an exasperated tone. Good job Claire. Loki gave a soft laugh.

“Quite right,” he agreed. “But since I helped you…whom do you think I should solicit next? The brunette or the redhead?”

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Catch of the Century (Collab Masterlist)

Hello everyone! Welcome to the stadium!

Take a seat and witness our very own Kim Seokjin knock it out of the park in his role as Worldwide Sporty Guy on his thirtieth birthday!

Isi (@raplinesmoon), Ryen (@kithtaehyung) and Mars (@joheunsaram) are super excited to announce the masterlist for our first ever BTS 30 for 30 collab. We have gathered 30 phenomenal writers to showcase 30 sports celebrating Seokjin’s athletic prowess for his 30th birthday!

Please see below the cut for details of the fics. All fics go live by December 15th so get ready to cheer and don’t forget to come back to read them!

Cupid's On Holiday by @persephonesorchid Archery Seokjin x Reader angel au | smut, fluff, angst, humour You don't get it, you're a damn catch. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You're smart, you're tidy, hell you'd give up your own kidney to a homeless guy if he needed it that bad. So what the issue? Failed relationships, blind date after blind date, and now your friend's competitive archery teammate is telling you he's Cupid here to help you find your one true love. You're not that desperate. He could take those golden arrows and shove 'em.

Subtle by @apotatomashedbybts Badminton Badminton Player Seokjin × Badminton Player Reader strangers to lovers | angst, smut, fluff

Shelves full of trophies, albums full of newspaper cuttings, a loving family and a stellar reputation, yet you felt a piece of yourself missing somewhere. So after a lifelong affluent and unprecedented badminton career, at the timeless age of 65, 30 years after your retirement, you decided to write your autobiography. You gave yourself to the world and in return came accolades and controversies alike. But what came the most was questions about the most explicit chapter of your life, that you named Subtle.

Turn Back Time by @raplinesmoon Baseball Baseball Player Seokjin x Doctor Reader time travel au | angst, smut, fluff, humour

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

Technical Fault by @bangtansmauyeondan Basketball Basketball Coach Seokjin × Teacher Reader coworkers au | fluff, angst

When one of your best students in class failed his mid-term exams, you only had one person to blame— Coach Jin. He thinks he's the king of the world— tall, handsome, brooding, borderline arrogant and seems to be always getting things done his way, but you are adamant to give him a piece of your mind. The only problem is that you easily get tongue-tied in his presence.

Who's the Best? by @lokidow-strange-army Boxing Private Boxing Teacher Seokjin x Rich Uni Student Reader age gap | angst, smut

Power means money and money is power. Living out of your parents seemingly endless bank account as a grown women gives you as much power and freedom as you could desire. When your parents discover you have been spending their money on university classes and private boxing lessons instead of trying to court a husband, they threaten to cut you off financially until you get your act together. You have no intention of settling down anytime soon, nor do you intend on losing access to your parents bank account, so you make a plan on how to not lose either; one big lie that relies on you and your boxing teacher Kim Seokjin... That is if he'll play along. Fortunately you know how to rile this man up better than anyone else: first with money and food, then with teasing, taunting and a good old fashion competition.

Almost in Love by @btsstan12 Cricket Seokjin x Reader fluff, angst, humour

Do you know what the saddest English word is? Almost. They almost cracked the code, they almost passed, they almost survived, they almost fell in love. When Jin left his old life behind to pursue professional cricket he didn’t think he’d ever return. But as fate would have it, he came back, just to have his life turned upside down. He knew this wasn’t an ‘almost’, not this time.

Into The Rush by @sunshinerainbowsbts Dodgeball Seokjin x Reader best friend’s brother au | smut, fluff, angst, humour

When your best friend Taehyung tells you he has the perfect thing to help you get over a broken heart, you're surprised to learn he means dodgeball, the beloved game of sociopathic gym teachers everywhere. But even more surprising is the way you find comfort in the game, and so much more, as you fall into the rush with the help of another teammate - his brother, Seokjin.

Allez by @hamsterclaw Fencing Seokjin x Reader competitive fencing au | smut

Seokjin’s the latest fencer to join your parents’ studio. He’s talented, beautiful and challenges you in ways beyond the foil.

On Thin Ice by @mrworldwideshoulders Figure Skating Figure Skater Reader x Figure Skater Seokjin enemies to lovers | fluff, angst, smut

Kim Seokjin is the image of the perfect figure skater – and he knows it. He’s got the skills, the talent, the looks – the only thing he’s missing is the matching gold medal. But when singles skating turns out to be too much for him to handle after an embarrassing mistake and a knee injury at the World Championship, his coach decides that his best chance at taking gold will be skating with a partner. That's where you come in. There’s only one problem: he’s damn near impossible to work with.

Take the Bait by @aquagustd Fishing Fisherman Seokjin x Reader vacation au | smut

When you wake up on unfamiliar shores after a wild yacht party, the last thing you expected was to land in the home of the town’s very own urban legend; although he’s not as callous as the stories paint him to be and one look at his face has one horrible idea leading to another.

Oh My Angel by @jeonspub Golf Golf Player Seokjin x Golf Player Reader strangers to lovers | fluff, angst, smut

Between seas, galaxies and the moon I was lucky I stepped on the same land, I dreamt under the same stars as you.

Stick It by @otsukare--sope Gymnastics Gymnast Kim Seokjin x Kim Taehyung friends to lovers, hurt/comfort | fluff

Seokjin always sticks the landing. Always. Until a certain someone throws him for a loop - or just makes him miss one. (Alternatively, 3 times Seokjin nails the landing and the 1 time he doesn’t.)

Bar Down by @ressjeon Hockey Hockey player Seokjin x Reader college au | angst, fluff, smut

Everything was going well, meeting Seokjin when he was a senior was the highlight of your freshman year. You love the stability now that you’re still his favourite after a year until rumours started where he’s apparently dating a renowned figure skater - whom you have known him to have a history with.

The Torn Prince by @sugakookitty Mixed Martial Arts Lycan Seokjin x Human Female Reader enemies to lovers, supernatural au | angst, smut

Centuries ago, he was the crowned prince next in line to take over the throne, but he lost everything when he refused to dilute his bloodline with a human bride. The punishment was severe—an eternity plagued with an unbreakable curse. He’s out-lived his entire kingdom, and his kind is nearly extinct. The beast living within him longs for the perfect mate, but it can’t be you.

Beyond the Flag by @underthe-northernlight Racing Racer Seokjin x Motorcyclist Reader enemies to lovers | action, fluff, angst

Kim Seokjin, declared handsomest raced in South Korea, triple crowned World Cup winner. Now he faces a challenge unlike any other; to get back behind the wheel before the next season or quit while he has his life ahead of him. After a major crash on the course, people start talking about his retirement but deep down Jin is still not ready to quit even though he might risk his life. A call from CIA agent Park Jimin persuaded him to uncover whatever Seoul’s biggest illegal racing community hides under the hood. (Y/N), the hard-headed motorcyclist helps him on the way to take back his confidence behind the wheel but will he be back before the next season?

Swing by @shina913 Rowing Seokjin x Reader college au, best friends to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

You and Jin have been friends for years. You’ve been in sync in almost every aspect of your lives–even scoring full-ride scholarships to the same university! You, based on academics and him, in athletics. Although you both said that your friendship would remain the same, changes were inevitable. You grew apart and watched your friendship wither until it was all but a distant memory. When you reach your senior year, he finds out that his scholarship is on the line and you are the only person he can turn to for help. Will you come to his aid for old time's sake?

Other Half of My Heart by @onmypillow-onmytable Rugby Rugby Player Seokjin x Teacher Reader strangers to idiots to lovers | fluff, humor, angst, (implied) smut

After leaving the family business on the brink of turning 30, Seokjin is still trying to figure out where he truly belongs. Much to his family’s dismay, he’d rather stay at home playing video games or joining the scrum of the local rugby club, instead of planning his next move. That’s until he sees you, an ordinary elementary school teacher, at one of his rugby matches, and begins to think more seriously about his future for the first time. Will he make a try for you, or fumble the ball?

Come Sail Away by @the-boy-meets-evil Sailing Seokjin x Reader idiots to lovers | fluff, smut, angst

Seokjin is (finally) exactly where he wants to be. he's got the perfect team and they're competing in the best regattas around the world. Nothing could burst his bubble. Until Taehyung ends up breaking his arm, that is. now Seokjin has two options. On the one hand, he can withdraw his team from the regatta this year, ignoring the fact that it only takes place every two years and he's not guaranteed to qualify again. or he can call you. He hasn't talked to you since university and he's not particularly looking forward to it now but he's desperate and you're the only replacement he knows that can fill in.

Riding Fakie by @ugh-yoongi Skateboarding Seokjin x Female Reader humour, fluff, angst

The rules are clear: bring a date to your brother’s wedding or kiss your trust fund goodbye, which is fine except you hate your brother, so who better to scam into accompanying you than the obnoxious, immature skateboarder that lives to torment you? He’s got tattoos and a seemingly permanent black eye, and you’ve got a bone to pick—there’s no way you’re going to face plant.

Wipeout by @yoon2k Snowboarding Debate Captain Seokjin x Reader college au, enemies to lovers | fluff, smut

You always thought that you could go toe-to-toe with Seokjin on anything—be it the debate team topics, witty insults, or plain bickering back and forth. But when your friends drag you both out to a ski resort for winter break, you realize his hidden snowboarding talent shows you up in ways that make even your frozen cheeks fume in anger. Even worse, you find out another secret about the Debate Team Captain—and this one heats you up in ways you never expected.

A Game of Two Halves by @madbutgloriouspond Soccer Goalie Seokjin x Physical Therapist Female Reader angst, smut

When Jin finds himself injured right before the most important games of the season, he starts to second guess himself and whether or not he’ll be able to bounce back in time.

All You're Giving Me Is Friction by @hot-soop Surfing Surfer Seokjin x Lifeguard Reader fluff, angst

You’ve graduated! congratulations - you’ve got one thing checked off your parents ten year plan! Now all that’s left to do is start your dreary office job, drag yourself up the ladder to CEO, marry your (as yet unknown) dream guy, and carve out some time to pop out a few kids before your ovaries shrivel up… except all of that sounds horrendous, and you’d much rather spend the next three months at Hoseok’s beach house with your closest friends - relaxing, partying, and sleeping late while you still can. and it would be your last perfect summer break, if it weren’t for the most irritating man on the planet (and his chickens) living next door.

The Restitution Coefficient by @effortandmore Table Tennis Seokjin x Namjoon fluff, smut

Seokjin has everything going for him. He was one of the youngest people to make VP at his company, at the top of his class in college, is a bit of a racquet sport savant, an excellent cook, and good-looking. Like, really good looking. According to people other than his mother, thank you very much. So, when things around him start to crumble because of one stubborn and annoyingly attractive client, he finds himself looking for vindication in a place he's sure he can’t be beat—the annual office ping pong tournament.

Trade My Life by @btsmosphere Taekwondo Bodyguard Seokjin x Royalty Reader historical au, childhood friends to lovers | angst, action

Two children giggling in the corner of the dojang, trading equally in punches and hugs, everything a game. But that was long ago, and now that man stands day after day outside the door which separates your two worlds. is the throne really worth leaving the barrier unbroken?

Double Fault by @joonscypher Tennis Pro Tennis Player Seokjin x Female Reader strangers to lovers | fluff, humor, smut

Working at a fancy rich people tennis resort means you run into your fair share of oblivious, privileged pricks. This year’s tennis tournament brings even more arrogant wealthy people, which includes international tennis champion, Kim Seokjin. You’d love to ignore him and go about your life as usual, but Seokjin has other plans - doing his best to ensure you can’t ignore him and maybe even…fall for him?

All Rumours Are True by @biteofkookie Track and Field Seokjin x Reader enemies to lovers | fluff, angst

Seokjin lives and breathes track. it’s his last year and as the star player he’s intent on ending with a bang, but when he’s supposed to be focusing the most you come crashing into his life. You’re rude, entitled, practically everything he hates and now he is forced to spend every moment where he could be getting better with you.

Ultimately Yours by @joheunsaram Ultimate Frisbee Seokjin x Resident Advisor Reader college au, exes to lovers | fluff, humour, angst, smut

Breaking up with Kim Seokjin might have been a mistake but when his stubbornness leads to him constantly creating messes for you, the only solution you can think of is finding another man. Good thing Yoongi is very agreeable, under the right threats.

All Or Nothing by @magicshopaholic Volleyball Idol Seokjin x Best Friend OC idiots/best friends to lovers | humour, part of a series

Seokjin has nothing against playing a spirited game of volleyball, especially with his best friend on his team, until he notices you're high-fiving one of your teammates a little too much.

Black Sea by @meirkive Water Polo Mermaid Seokjin x Reader college au, fantasy au, enemies to lovers | fluff, angst

Mermaids are assholes and Kim Seokjin, infamous captain of the water polo team of your college, is no exception. Handsome and full of himself to the point his ego probably needs a house of its own, much like the rest of his species, he believes he's better than humans and that he doesn't really need to get mixed with them other than for having fun at parties and to crush them during games. It's just your luck, then, when you have to work on a project with him for a whole semester.

Babyface by @nabiolive Wrestling Pro Wrestler Seokjin x Non-binary Pro Wrestler Reader rivals to lovers | angst, hurt/comfort

An up and coming pro wrestling company hires you to work alongside Kim Seokjin—a rising star in the industry, and everyone's favourite heel. His arrogance is dashed when he discovers you are not only talented enough to rival his skills, but that he can't stop thinking about you.

Thank you to all the writers for their hardwork and to you for supporting us! If you would like to be tagged in any of these fics please comment on this post so the writers that do tag readers are made aware!

Please reblog if you love Seokjin hehe 💕

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